Rescued by the Guarded Tycoon Read online

  “Come out on the terrace,” he said.

  Ronnie followed him past a spacious bedroom, and as she took a few steps forward onto the terrace and looked down at the dizzying view, she suddenly swayed. Red reached out to help her steady herself.

  “It’s a different sensation, being out here, as opposed to looking out the window,” she said apologetically, inhaling deeply. “I’m feeling a little light-headed.”

  Red steered her inside. He led her into the nearest room and had her sit down. He sat next to her and looked at her closely. “Are you feeling dizzy now?”

  She closed her eyes, and when she swayed away from him, Red’s arm shot out to stop her. “Okay, take a deep breath,” he murmured close to her ear. “Nice and slow. And let it out...”

  As she inhaled, her head came up and his lips brushed against her temple, igniting a thudding in his chest.

  Ronnie turned her head and opened her eyes at that moment. Those dark chocolate eyes with the soft fluttering of her eyelashes were his undoing.

  Dear Reader,

  Have you ever dreamed about being rescued by a handsome hero? My heroine, Veronica (Ronnie) Forrester, spins out during a winter storm and is rescued by a tall Irish Canadian. He whisks her away to his Victorian mansion in the picturesque town of Parry Sound, where she has moved to begin a new chapter of her life.

  Although Ronnie is not looking for a man, she is drawn to her “Viking” rescuer Redmond Brannigan II. He turns out to 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

  Excerpt from Matchmaker and the Manhattan Millionaire by Cara Colter

  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 from the looks of it, he was aiming to do just that.

  She would be proactive, she decided. She pressed the hazard lights on, and then veered toward the shoulder. And then it felt like the steering wheel jerked from her grasp and the car was moving of its own volition. It was spinning, she realized numbly. Black ice! Losing all sense of balance and control with the kaleidoscope that was flashing in her eyes, Ronnie closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable impact.

  She opened her eyes timeless moments later, realizing there hadn’t been a life-threatening impact. In fact, there hadn’t been a crash at all. Her car had simply skidded onto the shoulder of the road and then come to a stop in the snow-covered field, several yards from the stand of pine trees parallel to the road. Thank God, she thought, her jaw muscles unclenching. She was unhurt but her stomach was coiled in a tight knot, and her heart, which she suspected might have frozen for a few seconds, was now clanging in post-shock alarm.

  Blinking, she peered out the window and saw the black truck that had been behind her was slowing down and coming to a stop on the shoulder. Her jaw dropped. “Jerk,” she muttered. He could have been going slower, in which case she wouldn’t have felt the compulsion to let him drive by.

  And she wouldn’t be stuck in this mess right now.

  She felt her cheeks burn at the thought of what might have happened, how she could have been killed if her car had slammed against a tree trunk. Or an oncoming vehicle. Some angel had been watching out for her.

  And Andy...

  Ronnie took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. The worst hadn’t happened, thank heavens. She had to concentrate on what she needed to do now to get herself and her car back on the road.

  She watched as the door of the truck swung open and the driver emerged. Her view was diminished by the icy drizzle accumulating on her windshield, but when she tried to start the car to get the wipers going, the noise her car emitted made her turn off the ignition right away. Muttering an expletive, she waited for the driver to approach. She squinted, catching a glimpse of russet hair before the man whipped the fur-trimmed hood of his parka over his head and started walking toward her vehicle.

  He was a giant, well over six feet, and the size of his green parka and jeans-clad legs hinted at broad shoulders and an athletic physique. He took huge strides, but sank with each step into the knee-high snow. Which meant that she would be sinking up to her thighs if she ventured out.

  Ronnie shivered. Her fingers were starting to feel numb, even with mitts on. The freezing rain pelting down on the hood of the car seemed to have intensified, and she felt her stomach muscles tighten.

  She had to call Casson. She hadn’t told him or his wife, Justine, that she was heading into town...

  She fumbled to get her cell phone from her handbag, and groaned when she saw that the compartment where she usually kept it was empty. It must still be on the kitchen table, where she had absentmindedly placed it before searching for her boots. She was stranded in a town she had just moved to, and the truck driver was getting closer, now just a few giant steps away. She would have to rely on him to help her. The first thing she needed to do was to call her cousin. Then she’d need a tow.

  Ronnie took a deep breath, trying to steady her jangled nerves. She was irritated with herself on several counts. First for being oblivious about the weather conditions, and second for skidding off the road, and third for forgetting her phone and being in a position where she had no choice but to depend on a stranger for help. Trust that he meant well...

  * * *

  She had always prided herself on being self-sufficient, but even more so when her husband had decided that he couldn’t handle dealing with their son’s life-threatening illness and abandoned her and Andy when he was midway through his series of chemo treatments.

  The fact that he had found solace with another woman before he left her had been just as hard a blow, and Ronnie had had to wrestle through alternating feelings of shock, sadness, anger, disbelief, resentment and self-pity.

  She had struggled, but she had been fiercely determined to carry on, for the sake of their son. Ronnie had vowed to herself that she would never depend on a man again. For anything. And now here she was, vulnerable and helpless, with no choice but to depend on this mountain of a man. It was a situation that could have been prevented, she berated herself for the umpteenth time.

  Ronnie tapped her fingers against the edge of the steering wheel. They slowed as the man came into view. She could make out his furrowed eyebrows, caught glimpses of startling bluish green in his narrowed gaze, a straight nose and ruddy upper cheeks, and glistening, golden-red scruff that covered his upper lip, well-defined jaw and chin. It matched what she could see of the guy’s hair under the hood of his parka. Reluctant to let in the freezing rain, Ronnie waited until the man was a couple of feet away before rolling her window down a few inches. She felt a flutter shimmy down the length of her. He looked like a Viking. A Viking in a Canadian parka.

  “Hey there, are you okay?”

  His voice was baritone deep, the kind of voice that matched the height and breadth of him, and for a few seconds her words caught in her throat. She was tempted to ream him out for being the cause of her decision to get off the road, which led to her spinout, but conversely, she was grateful he had stopped and had been concerned enough to come to see if she was all right.

  Maybe he wasn’t a complete jerk...

  She stared at him, mesmerized by the crystal clarity of his eyes and the genuine concern in them. “I—I...”

  “Did you hit your head?” he asked, leaning toward her. “I don’t see any blood from here, but you might have suffered a concussion.”

  “I—I—No.” She blinked up at him.

  His frown deepened. “You might be in shock and can’t remember. I think it’s best if I take you to the hospital immediately. Your car will have to stay here until you can get a tow tomorrow. I doubt anyone would come out now in this weather.” He stepped closer to peer in through the opening, surveying her as if he were looking for signs of broken limbs. “Does it hurt anywhere? Your neck? Chest? Legs?”

  The warmth of his breath fanned her face. For a moment all she could process was the emerald brilliance of his eyes. And then she heard him asking her again if she was hurt.

  “No, no, no.” Ronnie shook her head and then winced. “But I have a headache.”

  “Which is why you need to get checked. You might have hit your head when you spun out, and can’t remember, which is common with head trauma... Thank goodness your car didn’t flip over,” he added huskily. “What did you say your name was?”

  “I didn’t.” Ronnie hesitated. Why would he want to know that? And then it hit her. Of course; he was wondering if she was suffering from a concussion. “Veronica,” she said. “Or Ronnie.”

  “Okay, Veronica or Ronnie. It’s not nice to meet you under such circumstances, but it’s still nice to meet you. My name is Redmond. Or Red,” he said with a smile.

  She blinked, and the sudden image of him in a Viking warrior tunic and chain mail ignited a swirl in her stomach. Maybe Erik the Red was one of his ancestors... Ronnie shook her head and met his gaze, her cheeks flaming with the realization that he had noticed her lingering gaze.

  “Your eyes look a little glassy,” he murmured. “We’d better get you to a hospital and make sure you’re okay.”

  “I
—I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need to call my—my—”

  “Husband,” he finished for her. “Of course. But let me get you in my truck and you can call from there. And warm up. I’ll have to clear the snow around your tires first, though. And from the looks of it, I may have to carry you over...that is, if you allow me to...”

  Ronnie felt her cheeks tingle. Surely she could manage to trudge through the snow on her own.

  As soon as Ronnie rolled up the window, he used his gloves to brush off enough snow to allow him to open the door. It made a crunching sound from the built-up ice along its edge. She shifted in her seat to ascertain if she could walk to the truck herself, but realized that the depth of the snow and the quickly darkening sky would make it very difficult. At least there was already a path made by her apparent rescuer.

  She had no choice but to trust this stranger. And let him carry her to his truck.

  She swiveled in her seat, grabbed her handbag and one of the book bags and hooked them over her right shoulder.

  “That’ll be an extra freight charge,” he said, his tone serious.

  Ronnie’s jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding.” Her brow furrowed at the teasing look in his eyes. She was not in a joking mood.

  “Did you actually believe me?” he chuckled.

  “Well, I don’t know you, so I wouldn’t know if you were joking,” she returned coolly. “And I’m not in the habit of jumping into a stranger’s arms, either.” She gestured toward the snow. “But I can see I’d be swimming in the stuff if I don’t take you up on your offer, which is really the least you can do.”

  He looked at her quizzically. “I’m not sure I follow you on the last bit, but you can clarify it in my truck. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting pelted. I feel like I’m about to become an ice sculpture.”

  Ronnie’s mouth twisted, and she bit back the reply on the tip of her tongue.