Sally Mackenzie Bundle The Naked Earl The Naked Gentleman The Naked Marquis The Naked Baron The Naked Duke The Naked Viscount The Naked King

He Took Her By Surprise When a naked earl climbs through the window into her bedchamber, Lady Elizabeth Runyon does the proper thing: She screams. Loudly. And then. . .well, Lizzie has had enough of being proper. She wishes to be bold. Wanton, even. She won't be commanded to put on her nightgown. Just this once, she will be absolutely daring. . . He Couldn't Refuse John Parker-Roth cannot believe that marriage is necessary for his happiness. He would far rather pursue his interest in horticulture, but if one day he should find a female who shared his passion for flowers--a level-headed, calm sort of female--he might reconsider. Certainly the lovely young woman who has just tumbled into his lap will not do, as she possesses neither of those admirable qualities. Yet Miss Margaret Peterson does have many things in her favor. To begin with, she is a true English rose, blushing a delectable pink. And she is not entirely clothed. The Man Is Practical As marriage proposals go, Charles Draysmith's suit is as romantic as the moors in December. Emma Peterson might be only a vicar's daughter, and he the new Marquis of Knightsdale, and perhaps he would rather marry her than endure the marriage mart. But when he suggests how much he'll enjoy securing an heir, well, a lady can only endure so much. Tell Me What You Want New to London society and rather. . .awkward. . .Lady Grace Belmont would just as soon hide behind the palm trees as dance with a man she doesn't know. But Baron Dawson is on the hunt for a wife. The Surprise Of Her Life Sophisticated. Scandalous. In fact, Miss Sarah Hamilton, a proper Philadelphian, finds London society altogether shocking. How can it be that she has awakened from her innocent slumber to find herself in bed next to a handsome--and exceedingly naked--man? The Naked Truth. . .After eight Seasons in London, Lady Jane Parker-Roth is ready to quit the dull search for a husband in favor of more exciting pursuits. So when she encounters an intruder in her host's townhouse, she's not about to let the scoundrel escape. Until she discovers she's wrestling a viscount--Edmund Smyth, the one noble she wouldn't mind meeting in the dark. Indiscretion Is Just The Beginning. . . One night of slight overindulgence-oh, all right, he was drunk-and Stephen Parker-Roth finds he must betroth himself to prevent yet another scandal.

When she hears Charles Draysmith's sensible and practical marriage proposal, Emma Peterson is certain he's not the one for her.

London’s social season is full of surprises for an awkward young woman and her aunt in this Regency romance by the author of The Naked Duke. Tell Me What You Want New to London society and rather . . . awkward . . . Lady Grace Belmont would just as soon hide behind the palm trees as dance with a man she doesn’t know. But Baron Dawson is on the hunt for a wife. Grace’s generous curves and remarkable height do not intimidate him. In fact, it would be more accurate to describe his reaction to the charming newcomer as lust. Before Grace can so much as gather her thoughts, she finds herself in his arms, committing one shocking impropriety after another. The Baron’s devilish attractiveness—to say nothing of his splendid muscles—is simply impossible to resist. Her beloved aunt and chaperone advises patience, but Grace is not about to listen. The handsome baron is whispering such delightful things in her ear . . . Praise for the writing of USA Today–bestselling author Sally MacKenzie “The romance equivalent of chocolate cake . . . Every page is an irresistible delight!” —Lisa Kleypas “Naked, noble and irresistible—who could resist one of Sally MacKenzie's heroes?” —Eloisa James “Plenty of sexy sizzle and charming wit.” —Booklist “Plenty of heat and hilarity.” —Publishers Weekly

A Lady formerly on the prowl for a husband lands herself a prowler in this Regency romance by the author of The Naked Baron. After eight Seasons in London, Lady Jane Parker-Roth is ready to quit the dull search for a husband in favor of more exciting pursuits. So when she encounters an intruder in her host's townhouse, she's not about to let the scoundrel escape. Until she discovers she's wrestling a viscount—Edmund Smyth, the one noble she wouldn't mind meeting in the dark. And when their struggle shatters a randy statue of the god Pan, even more mischief ensues . . . Edmund was indeed searching for evidence of a scandal, but the shocking clues inside the nude statue are far from what he expected. The same can be said of Jane, who shows a talent for interfering in his affairs. And as his quest becomes more than a little improper, he finds the impetuous Lady has a talent for that as well . . . Praise for the Novels of USA Today–bestselling Author Sally MacKenzie “The romance equivalent of chocolate cake . . . every page is an irresistible delight!”—Lisa Kleypas “Naked, noble and irresistible—who could resist one of Sally MacKenzie's heroes?” —Eloisa James “Plenty of sexy sizzle and charming wit .” —Booklist “Plenty of heat and hilarity.” —Publishers Weekly

In this rollicking Regency romance, a naked earl flees from a woman bent on trapping him into marriage and winds up in the bed of an alluringly beautiful lady. Original.

In this Regency romance novella, a young woman discovers intrigue, sexiness, humor, and romance at a wild house party next door. Josephine Atworthy is shocked by the goings-on at her rich neighbor’s house party. Quite shocked. But her demure charm beguiles a mysterious nobleman, who begs a kiss—then another. And in a twinkling, they may be falling head over heels in love . . . Originally published in Invitation to Sin Praise for the writing of Sally MacKenzie “Naked, noble and irresistible!” —Eloisa James “The romance equivalent of chocolate cake . . . Every page is an irresistible delight!” —Lisa Kleypas “A perfect night’s read.” —RT Book Reviews

John Parker-Roth cannot believe that marriage is necessary for his happiness. He would far rather pursue his interest in horticulture, but if one day he should find a female who shared his passion for flowers--a level-headed, calm sort of female--he might reconsider. Certainly the lovely young woman who has just tumbled into his lap will not do, as she possesses neither of those admirable qualities. Yet Miss Margaret Peterson does have many things in her favor. To begin with, she is a true English rose, blushing a delectable pink. And she is not entirely clothed. Her full mouth begs to be kissed. If only she would not wriggle so ... oh, dear. He cannot ignore the sudden vision of her in his bed, but he must.