Saturday, December 3, 2016










































To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.
For some, they are real life.
On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to marry well. And now the marriage date is set.
I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home, the abolition means nothing at all.
The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.
In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything and more.
And I am soon to become one of them.
I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…
… or at least I was, until I met Achille.
And everything changed.















Caresa

As my papa’s G5 began its descent, I looked out of the window beside me and waited for the plane to break through the clouds. I held my breath, body tense, then suddenly the burnt-orange remnants of daylight flooded the plane, bathing the interior with a soft, golden glow. I inhaled deeply. Italia.
Fields and fields of green and yellow created a patchwork quilt below, rolling hills and crystal-blue lakes stretching as far the eye could see. I smiled as a sense of warmth ran through me.
It was the most beautiful place on earth.
Sitting back in my wide cream leather chair, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for what was coming. I was flying to Florence airport, from where I would be swiftly taken to the Palazzo Savona estate just outside of the city.
I would meet Prince Zeno.
I had met him twice before—once when I was four, of which I had no memory, and again when I was ten. The interaction we’d had as children had been brief. If I was being honest, I had found Zeno to be arrogant and rude. He had been thirteen at the time and not at all interested in meeting a ten-year-old girl from America.
Neither of us had known at the time that that our betrothal had been agreed upon two years prior. It turned out that the trip my papa had taken to Umbria when I was eight was to secure a forever-bond between the Savonas and the Acardis. King Santo and my father had planned for their only children to marry. They were already joined in business; Zeno’s arranged marriage to me would also strengthen both families’ place in society.
I thought back on my New York farewell of nine hours ago and sighed. My parents had driven me to the private hangar and said their goodbyes. My mama cried—her only child was leaving her for a new life. My papa, although sad to see me go, beamed at me with the utmost pride. He had held me close and whispered, “I have never been more proud of you than I am right now, Caresa. Savona Wines’ stock has plummeted since Santo’s death. This union will reassure all the shareholders that our business is still strong. That we are still a stable company with Zeno at the helm.”
I had given him a tight smile and boarded the plane with a promise that they would see me before the wedding. And that had been that.
I was to marry Zeno, and I hadn’t protested even once. I imagined to most modern-day women living in New York, the process of arranged marriages sounded positively medieval, even barbaric. For a blue blood, it was simply a part of life.
King Santo Savona died two months ago. The shareholders of his many Italian vineyards, the stakeholders in Savona Wines, had expected his son, Zeno, to immediately step up and take charge. Instead, Zeno had plunged himself into the party scene even harder than before—and that was quite a feat. Within weeks my papa had flown out to Umbria to see what could be done.
The answer: our imminent union.













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Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

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  About Back to Good: Charlotte Banks (Charlie) is newly graduated from college and working in public relations. She is given a case that is just a bit too close to the heart. Joey Carino is a rock god, but now with his life spinning out of control, it's up to Charlie to try and save his reputation with his record label and his fans. However, dealing with Joey means dealing with Matthew Johns, Joey's best friend and Charlie's worst nightmare.


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I bit my lip as he rubbed both hands down his face, something he did when he wasn’t sure what to do. I had him between a rock and a hard place, and part of me felt bad, but he got himself into this situation. Now it was up to me to get him out unscathed.
“Well,” I knew he was angry with me. “Seeing as I really have no say in the matter, I have nothing more to say.” Joey stood up to leave, which surprised me.
My eyes shot to Matthew, and he just shook his head. “This is your mess,” he mumbled as Joey walked away from the table.
Before my brain had a chance to process what I was doing, I was up and following him. “Joey, wait.” I tugged at his arm, trying to turn him around to face me.
He stopped and looked up at the ceiling. He looked at me like I was the last person he really wanted to talk to. I walked him into a little alcove where the bathrooms were located. “I know you think we ganged up on you back there, but that was never my intention. Matthew told me we’d talk about how to break this to you, and I think he meant well…” I trailed off.
“Yeah, whatever, Charlie,” he said dismissively. “My life is in your capable hands now, right?” He leaned in closer to me. I thought I saw a fleeting look of desire in his eyes. I knew when Joey could do flirty. “Does that mean you tuck me into bed every night?”
 “Really, Joey?” I sighed. I was nervous. “I just wanted to say sorry for tonight. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.”
“Yeah,” he said with a bitterness I hadn’t heard before. “That’s not going to be the problem, Charlie.”
I just shook my head in disbelief. “You can’t still be attracted to me, Joey. We haven’t seen each other in years, and your bedpost probably has a few hundred notches in it by now. That’s not why I’m here.” He flinched when I mentioned his female conquests. I wasn’t helping our situation, so I softened my tone and my stance, appealing to him in a different way. “I’m here because I still consider you a friend, and I want you to be successful. But you and me,” I gestured between us, “that’s over and done with.”
Joey stepped closer to me until he was inches from my body. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I could feel my body heat up as he backed me against the wall. His breath was warm on my lips, and I was itching, just a bit, to reach out and soothe the anger and hurt I’d caused him today. I wasn’t exactly sure where he meant to go with this. Was he just trying to make me realize that the chemistry would always be there between the two of us? I bit my lip and looked down at the dirty floor, trying to calm my racing heart. “I don’t think that’s any of your business, Joey.”




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