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be the internationally renowned architect whose firm designed Franklin’s Resort, the initiative of her cousin Casson in Swept Away by the Enigmatic Tycoon, my first Harlequin book.

Red and Ronnie have both been scorched by their past relationships, but in the enchanting winter backdrop of Red’s mansion, where he literally sweeps Ronnie off her feet skating around his Currier & Ives–like pond, the wall around their hearts begins to thaw, leading them toward their happy-ever-after.

Hope their romance warms your heart!

Rosanna xo

Rescued by the Guarded Tycoon

Rosanna Battigelli

Rosanna Battigelli loved Harlequin Romance novels as a teenager and dreamed of being a romance writer. For a family trip to Italy when she was fifteen, she packed enough Harlequins to last the month! Rosanna’s passion for reading and love of children resulted in a stellar teaching career with four Best Practice Awards. And she also pursued another passion—writing—and has been published in over a dozen anthologies. Since she’s retired, her dream of being a Harlequin Romance writer has come true!

Books by Rosanna Battigelli

Harlequin Romance

Swept Away by the Enigmatic Tycoon

Captivated by Her Italian Boss

Caribbean Escape with the Tycoon

Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com.

For my beloved granddaughter Rosalie, who fills my life with joy and laughter. xoxo

Praise for

Rosanna Battigelli

“I was hooked from the first page to the very last one. I fell in love with the characters as I read. The chemistry between them sets the pages alight as you read. I can’t wait to read more from this author in the future. Highly recommended author.”

—Goodreads on Swept Away by the Enigmatic Tycoon

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

CHAPTER ONE

RONNIE’S EYES WERE blinking as fast as the wipers on her car. The fast-falling snow, mingled with the freezing rain pinging against the windshield, was making it hard to focus on the road. Her stomach muscles tightened as she gripped the steering wheel.

She should have checked the weather before heading into town, she berated herself, biting her lip. She had been unpacking boxes from her move to Parry Sound, and oblivious to anything but her task at hand, she had decided to give herself a break and venture out. Her intention had been to treat herself to some books downtown, pick up a pizza and to go back to the cottage at Winter’s Haven, where she would spend the rest of the evening relaxing.

It had been snowing when she had started out, but nothing that had caused her to worry. Snow was a given in these parts, sometimes even starting in October. After purchasing the latest Giller Prize–winning novel at Parry Sound Books, Ronnie had continued down the street into Bearly Used Books, a sprawling store with a bear as its mascot. She had floated contentedly in and out of the themed rooms, taking her sweet time searching for a new treasure.

After happily selecting three books—two for herself and one for her son, Andy—Ronnie had proceeded to the front counter. She had vaguely noticed that the number of customers had dwindled, and as she had paid for the books, Melissa, the store owner, had announced that she would be closing shortly because of the freezing rain.

Ronnie had hurried out to her car, her vision blurred by the sleet and gusts of wind. The noticeable drop in temperature would make the ride back to Winter’s Haven downright dangerous if the wheels hit black ice on the winding road. She would have to slow right down and pray that other drivers would do the same.

Inside her car, Ronnie wiped her face with some tissues and turned on the ignition. As the car warmed up, she dashed outside to brush the snow off the windshield and windows. She realized how futile it was, though; she would just have to start driving and keep her wipers going, and hope she could make it back before dark, when the roads would be even more treacherous.

Ronnie breathed a pent-up sigh as she left the downtown, a blur of traffic lights, slick streets and glistening vehicles reflecting the illuminated storefronts. There was no way she’d be able to stop at Maurizio’s Pizzeria, she thought, wistfully conjuring up the authentic Sicilian pizzas that her cousin Casson had ordered when she had first arrived a week ago. Her mouth watered at the memory of the spinach and ricotta pizza that she had anticipated enjoying this evening, and then she started as her car swerved as it caught on a patch of ice.

Righting the vehicle, her heart in her mouth, Ronnie slowed down even further.

Concentrate, just concentrate, she kept telling herself, her mouth dry. Her eyes felt itchy from the strain of trying to focus on the road, but she didn’t want to lift her hand from the steering wheel to rub them.

Thank goodness her son wasn’t with her right now. She would have been twice as terrified if Andy had been in the car with her. Squinting, Ronnie could understand how a person could become totally mesmerized by the hypnotic swish of the wipers as the snow and ice pellets lashed at the windshield.

A sudden beam from a vehicle’s headlights jolted her and she shot a glance in her rearview mirror. An enormous black truck with a massive chrome grille seemed to be approaching fairly quickly. Ronnie frowned. Perhaps the driver wasn’t particularly concerned with the road conditions because he or she had studded tires. But even so, he—she was willing to bet the driver was male—should have some consideration for people driving a much smaller vehicle. Especially in this brutal weather…

Ronnie considered putting on her hazard lights and slowly driving off to the shoulder to let the truck go by. She didn’t want or need the pressure of driving with an impatient driver behind her. It would be unnerving, to say the least, especially if he decided to pass her. And