The Naked Gentleman [NOOK Book]

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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 ...

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Overview

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. 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.

What? Is Meg actually asking him to kiss her? Well, well, well. John Parker-Roth is a gentleman, first and foremost. And he cannot turn down a lady's request. . .

Praise for the Novels of Sally MacKenzie

"The romance equivalent of chocolate cake. . .every page is an irresistible delight!" --Lisa Kleypas, New York Times bestselling author

"Plenty of sexy sizzle and charming wit."--Booklist

"Plenty of heat and hilarity."--Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420121568
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 4/1/2008
  • Series: Naked Nobility , #4
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 77,306
  • File size: 439 KB

Meet the Author

A native Washingtonian, Sally MacKenzie still lives in suburban Maryland with her transplanted upstate New Yorker husband. She's written federal regulations, school newsletters, auction programs, class plays, and swim league guidance, but it wasn't until the first of her four sons headed off to college that she tried her hand at romance.
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The Naked Gentleman

By Sally MacKenzie
ZEBRA BOOKS
Copyright © 2008 Sally MacKenzie
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8217-8076-3



Chapter One
Viscount Bennington was a terrible kisser.

Meg repressed a sigh. What a pity. She had been willing to overlook his receding hairline, large nose, and frequent petulance, but this was too much. How could she wed a man whose lips felt like two fat slugs? They were trailing wetly over her cheek toward her right ear at the moment.

She should strike him from her list of potential suitors.

Still, he did have one of the largest plant collections in England. She would dearly love to have daily access to all that botanical wealth.

The slugs had diverted to her jaw.

How important could kissing be? Only a small portion of one's married life was devoted to the amatory arts, after all. Chances were Viscount Bennington had a mistress or two. He'd only look to her for an heir. Once that task was accomplished, he would leave her alone.

She could do it. More than one woman had suffered through the activities of the marriage bed by lying still and thinking of England. She'd spend the time mentally cataloguing Bennington's vast gardens.

His lips wandered to a spot behind her ear. She would need a handkerchief to dry her face when he was finished slobbering over her.

She drew in a deep breath, but stopped when her lungs were only half full.

He smelled. The odor was quite pronounced at these close quarters. Thankfully he was only a few inches taller than she, so she did not have her nose squashed against his waistcoat.

And he should have a word with his valet about the state of his linen. There was a thin line of dirt on his collar and cravat.

Eww! He'd stuck his tongue in her ear.

That did it. He could own the Garden of Eden and she would still have to eliminate him from her list of possible husbands.

"My lord!" She shoved against his thin chest.

"Hmm?" His mouth moved down to the base of her neck and fastened there, just like a leech.

"Lord Bennington, please." She shoved again. None of the other men she'd taken into the shrubbery had been this bold. "You must stop ... eep!"

His hands had slid down to her hips. He pulled her tight against him. She felt an ominous bulge in his pantaloons.

She shoved harder. She might as well be pushing against a stone wall. Who would have guessed such a short, scraggy man would be so immoveable?

"My lord, you are making me uncomfortable."

He pressed his bulge more tightly against her. "And you are making me uncomfortable, sweetings." His voice was oddly thick. His mouth returned to her skin. He nipped her shoulder.

"Ouch! Stop that."

The man was a viscount. A gentleman. Surely he would not do anything untoward in Lord Palmerson's garden, just yards away from a crowded ballroom?

He was not stopping. Now he was licking the place he had bitten. Disgusting.

"My lord, return me to Lady Beatrice this instant!"

He grunted and returned his mouth to her throat.

Should she scream? Would anyone hear her over the music? If she waited for the quiet between sets ... Perhaps another couple had chosen to stroll in the cool night air and would come to her assistance.

Lord Bennington nuzzled her ear. "Don't be alarmed, Miss Peterson. My intentions are completely honorable."

"Honorable? I-" Meg paused. "Honorable as in marriage honorable?"

"Of course. What did you think?"

What did she think? Yes, he was somewhat revolting, but should a little dirt and slobber really eliminate him from matrimonial consideration? This was her goal, to be wed or engaged before the Season ended. The Season was barely a month under way and here she was already on the verge of a respectable-no, a brilliant-offer. A vicar's daughter nabbing a viscount? The society gossips would have their tongues working overtime to spread the news.

He did have all those lovely plants. A greenhouse and garden in London and acres of vegetation in Devon.

Really, how many times would she have to put up with his attentions if she married him? Papa and Harriet were extremely attached to each other, and her sister and her friend Lizzie spent a great deal of time with their husbands, but most married couples of the ton barely saw each other. If she were lucky, she would conceive quickly, maybe even on her wedding night. Then she and Bennington could go their separate ways.

She could endure a few moments of inconvenience to get the key to his greenhouse, couldn't she? There was no one else who had such a wealth of plants. Well, no one but Parks-Mr. Parker-Roth-and he clearly wasn't interested in marrying her.

She moistened her lips. Could she say yes? It was past time she wed. She wanted a home of her own. A garden. Children.

Children with Lord Bennington's overwhelming nose?

"My lord, I don't ..." "Come, Miss Peterson. You won't get another offer. Surely you know that."

"Lord Bennington!" He might be a viscount, but that did not give him license to be insulting.

"The other men haven't mentioned marriage, have they?"

"The other men?" Had he noticed her excursions into the shrubbery? Surely not. She'd been very discreet. "I'm not certain what you mean. I thought since we share an interest in horticulture, touring Lord Palmerson's garden with you would be stimulating."

He chuckled and flexed his hips. His annoying bulge dug into her. "Very stimulating."

Something was definitely stimulated. Who would have thought such a short man would have such a large, um ...

"My lord ..."

"At this rate, you are more apt to lose your reputation than win a husband, Miss Peterson. Men talk, you know."

It was a very good thing the garden was dark. Meg felt her cheeks burning. Surely he didn't think ...?

"Lord Bennington, I assure you-"

"Oh, I know you haven't done anything but exchange a few kisses. Lord Farley said you were quite untutored. Thought he might have been your first. Was he?"

"Lord Bennington! Please. I would like to return to the ballroom now."

"I imagine at your advanced age you are a little curious." He laughed. "Probably a little desperate, too."

"My lord, I am only twenty-one."

"Right. Well past the age when you might expect to grab a husband, hmm?"

"Not at all."

"Come now, Margaret. I may call you Margaret, mayn't I? I believe we're sufficiently acquainted to dispense with the proprieties."

His left hand landed on her bodice.

She grabbed his wrist. Somehow he had managed to shed his gloves. "No, we are definitely not sufficiently acquainted."

"You are just suffering from maidenly fears, sweetings." His fingers brushed across the tops of her breasts.

"Lord Bennington!"

"Call me 'Bennie.' All my intimates do."

"I couldn't possibly. Remove your hand this instant."

He moved it to her shoulder.

"I'm thirty-six. It's time I thought of getting an heir. Your family is respectable. Your father is connected to the Earl of Landsdowne, isn't he?"

"He is Lord Landsdowne's uncle, but the earl doesn't concern himself with us." She looked through the leaves toward the beckoning light. Did she see movement in the shadows? She hoped someone was nearby to assist her if necessary.

The viscount's fingers stroked her skin. She clenched her teeth.

"But your sister is the Marchioness of Knightsdale. I'm certain she concerns herself with you. Didn't she raise you after your mother died?"

"Yes. The ballroom, my lord. It is past time we returned." His palm was unpleasantly damp.

"And the Countess of Westbrooke is your good friend."

"Yes, yes." Had the man made a study of all her connections? "The ballroom, Lord Bennington. Please escort me back to the ballroom. If you wish to discuss my family further, we can do so there."

"And both the earl and the marquis are close friends of the Duke of Alvord-in fact, the earl is the duchess's cousin."

"Lord Bennington ..."

"I would like to be connected to all that power and wealth. Any one of those men could finance an expedition to the jungles of South America without a second thought."

"Jungles? South America?" Had the man lost his mind?

"I want to send my own men out to find exotic plants, Margaret."

"I see." She would like to do that, too, but it was clearly impossible. "An expedition such as you are describing is very expensive. Mr. Parker-Roth was telling me-"

Bennington's hand tightened on her shoulder.

"My lord, you are hurting me."

"You know Parker-Roth?"

"Slightly. I met him at a house party last year." Meg shifted position. "Please, Lord Bennington, you will leave a bruise."

He loosened his fingers. "My pardon. I just cannot abide the man. He's a neighbor of mine. Spends most of his time in the country."

"Ah." So that was why she hadn't seen him in Town-not that she'd been looking, of course.

"It's disgusting the way everyone fawns over him when he does attend a Horticultural Society meeting. He has plenty of money-he sends his brother all over the globe looking for plant specimens."

"I see." Lord Bennington's hold on her had slackened. Would he let her go now? "Shall we return to the ballroom, my lord?"

"But you haven't given me your answer."

"Answer?"

"Yes. Will you marry me or not?"

Lord Bennington was frowning at her, all signs of passion gone. She found it quite easy to make up her mind.

"I am very sorry, my lord. I am fully aware of the great honor you do me, but I believe we would not suit."

The frown deepened.

"What do you mean, we would not suit?"

"We would not ... suit." What did the man want her to say? That she thought he was a hideous oaf and she had made a huge error in judgment even speaking to him?

"You brought me into this dark garden and yet you are turning down my offer?"

"I really did not expect an offer of marriage, my lord."

"What kind of an offer did you expect? Are you looking for a slip on the shoulder, then?"

"My lord! Of course not. I was not expecting an offer now. I mean, I was not expecting an offer of anything-any offer at all. I just wished to take a turn about the garden."

"Miss Peterson, I was not born yesterday. You lured me into this darkened corner for a reason. Was it just to steal a kiss? Are you that starved for amorous activity?"

"Lord Bennington!" Had the man actually said "amorous" with regard to her?

"You are not going to use me to satisfy your urges."

Urges! Her only urge was to get back to the light and sanity of the ballroom.

The viscount was becoming markedly agitated. She really had not anticipated such a reaction. The other men had been completely amiable when she'd suggested they go back inside. Lord Bennington was almost hissing.

"You chose to come into the garden with me, so now you'll pay the price. When I'm finished with you, your wealthy relatives and friends will beg me to wed you." "Lord Bennington, be reasonable. You are a gentleman."

"I am a man, Miss Peterson. Surely your sister has warned you it is highly unwise to be alone with a man in an isolated place."

Emma had warned her of many things-perhaps she should have listened to this particular lecture. At least she would be spared Emma's jobation this time-her sister was safely ensconced in Kent with her children. If she could just get away from Bennington, all would be well. She had learned her lesson. She would not be visiting any shadowy shrubbery again.

The viscount stuck his hands into her coiffure, sending pins flying everywhere. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders.

"Lord Bennington, stop immediately!"

He grunted. He had his hands on her bodice again. She jerked her knee up, but she missed her target.

"Playing that game, are you?"

"My lord, I will scream."

"Please do. The scandal will be delightful. How much do you suppose the marquis will pay to keep it quiet?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, Miss Peterson, you are naïve."

He mashed his mouth on hers, parting her lips. His tongue slithered between her teeth like a snake, threatening to choke her. She did the only thing she could think of.

She bit down hard.

John Parker-Roth-Parks to his friends and acquaintances-stepped out of the heat and noise of Lord Palmerson's ballroom into the cool quiet of the garden.

Thank God. He could still smell the stench of London, but at least he wasn't choking any longer on the foul mix of perfume, hair oil, stale breath, and sweat that permeated the air inside. Why his mother wanted to subject herself to that crush of humanity was beyond him.

He chose a path at random. Palmerson's garden was large for Town. If he could ignore the cacophony of music and conversation spilling out of the house and the general clamor from the street, he could almost imagine he was back in the country.

Almost. Damn. Had the plants Stephen sent arrived yet? He should be home to receive them. If they'd traveled all the way from South America to die waiting to be unpacked at the Priory ... It didn't bear thinking of.

Would MacGill follow his instructions exactly? He'd written them down in detail and gone over each point with the man, but the pigheaded Scot always thought he knew best. All right, usually he did. MacGill was a bloody fine head gardener, but still, these plants required careful handling.

He wanted to be there himself. Why had his mother insisted on dragging him to Town now?

He blew out a pent up breath. He knew why-the blasted Season. She said it was to get more painting supplies and to catch up with her artist friends, but she didn't fool him. She wanted him wed.

He'd heard Palmerson had a good specimen of Magnolia grandiflora. He'd see if he could find it. With luck it would be in the farthest, darkest corner of the garden. He wouldn't put it past his mother to come out here looking for him, dragging her latest candidate for his hand behind her.

Why the hell couldn't she accept the fact he did not want to marry? He'd told her time after time. Was it such a hard message to understand?

Apparently it was. He grimaced. Now she sighed and got that worried frown every time she looked at him.

He batted aside a drooping vine. The fact of the matter was there was no need for him to marry. He didn't have a title to pass on. The Priory could go to Stephen or Nicholas, if Father didn't outlive them all. He was very happy with his life. He had his work-his plants and his gardens. He had an accommodating widow in the village, not that he visited her much any more. Frankly, he'd rather be working in his rose beds than Cat's bed. The roses were less trouble.

No, a wife would just be an annoyance.

Damn it, was that rustling in the shrubbery? That would make this evening complete-stumbling over some amorous couple in the bushes. He veered away from the suspect vegetation.

The problem was Mother firmly believed marriage was necessary for male contentment. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. God give him patience. Didn't she ever open her eyes and look around the bloody ballrooms she'd been dragging him to? She might be happily married, and Father might be content, but most husbands and wives were not.

He had no interest in stepping into parson's mousetrap. Maybe if Grace had-

No. He would not entertain such a ridiculous notion. He'd decided that years ago. Grace had made her choice, and she was happy. Last he'd heard, she had two children. She'd been in the ballroom just now. He'd seen her laughing up at her husband at the end of the last set.

The noise from the bushes was getting louder. Wonderful. Were the lovers having a spat? That was the last thing he wanted to witness. He would just-

"You bitch!"

Good God, that was Bennington's voice. The man had the devil's own temper. Surely he wouldn't-

"My lord, please." The girl's voice held a thread of fear. "You are hurting me."

He strode forward without another thought.

She must not panic. Bennington was a gentleman.

He looked like a monster. He stared at her through narrowed eyes, nostrils flaring, jaw hardened. His hands gripped her upper arms. She was certain his fingers would leave bruises.

"You bitch!"

"My lord, please." She moistened her lips. Fear made it hard to get her breath. He was so much stronger than she, and the garden was so dark.

He was a viscount, a peer, a gentleman. He wouldn't really harm her, would he?

She had never seen a man so angry.

"You are hurting me."

"Hurting you? Ha! I'll show you hurting."

He shook her so her head flopped on her neck like a rag doll's, then he yanked her bodice down, tearing the fabric. He grabbed her breast and squeezed. The pain was excruciating.

"Bite me, will you? How would you like me to bite your-"

A well-tailored forearm appeared at his throat.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted April 25, 2011

    Tried to love it ... didn't.

    This is my third book in this series by Ms. MacKenzie and I was expecting more. The plot line is getting old. This series started out pretty good but has quickly gotten to be tedious. This book has familiar characters, however, they should have much less play in each successive book, a mention here or there okay but to take up more than half the book doesn't say much for the plot. To take up most of the book with Meg running away or denying John was ridiculous and made me want to put the book down permanently. The subplot stories were more interesting than the main plot characters. I was more interested in finding out about the outcome for Lady Felicity than I was in Meg. It was also frustrating to read the same dialog back to back only from a different point of view as scenes changed. I skipped lots of pages in this book because they were just fluff when the main point was being dangled from the end of a rod and often just out of reach.

    Also, there was lots more of the filler expressions, eep, ack, ugh, oof, eek, etc ... too much for me and boring!

    I have 3 or 4 more books in this series and I'm now considering not reading them for fear of more of the same I have found in the last 2 books. I will also probably not buy the rest of the books that go along with this series.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    a delightful historical

    If the Ton figured on anyone to be scandal free it would be horticulturist John Parker¿Roth who avoids London as if the plague beset the city. However, the one person who can get him to come to town for the season demands he does John would anything for his beloved mom even face the unmarried horde and their general officer mothers.------------------ Still even in London he spends as much time in the garden as he can. He saves Margaret Peterson from the unwanted assault of Lord Bennington although perhaps her biting amorous Bennie saved the day. Margaret shocks her would be rescuer when she asks John for a kiss he responds in kind like a true gentleman honoring the lady¿s wishes. However, by doing so he may have compromised her. Although she says there will be no scandal, her family and his mother push the gossip to the surface in order to force the couple to marry even as the pair finds their passion for one another growing exponentially.--------------- The fourth ¿Naked¿ romance (see THE NAKED EARL, THE NAKED MARQUIS, and THE NAKED GENTLEMAN) is terrific humorous Regency in which Sally Mackenzie cleverly uses hyperbole to tell her tale and showcase the foibles of the Ton. The story line is fast-paced jocularity as John wants a pragmatic wife who will literally play in the dirt with him until Meg teaches him what rolling in the dirt truly is starting with a simple kiss. The support cast is out of control adding to the overall amusing entertainment of a delightful historical.-------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011

    Lacks depth

    I have read several books in this series, a couple of them twice. Unfortunately, I can not recommend this book. The story line is shallow, the main character is not likable. I found myself skimming the book just to get through it fast. I'm not sure I will read any more books from this series, don't want to waste my time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2008

    Not as good as I hoped

    I love Sally Mackenzie and I LOVE her 'naked' series. I was so excited when I got this book, and the first two chapters where great! However, the characters where annoying. Emma, from 'the Naked Marques', her character was annoying and every time I read her name I wanted to skip a few pages. It's not until 1/2 through the book you find out what her problem is. Mackenzie then tried something new, she wrote a scene and then went back and wrote it AGAIN in a different point of view. It got boring fast. There was even a time where I had to skip over 2 chapters because it just wasn¿t interesting enough and when you, yourself, is getting annoyed that John¿s mother WON¿T stop calling him Pinky, it¿s time to skip ahead. The book did have it's moments and I am glad I bought it, only to have as to fulfill my series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2012

    Parks, the hero, is an interesting character, but the heroine co

    Parks, the hero, is an interesting character, but the heroine comes across as foolish, selfish. Pretty hard to like her.

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  • Posted November 24, 2010

    favorite of series so far

    I appreciate the humor of this series. Writing is slightly repetitive, people always snorting and a lot of determined chin lifting, but really overall very fun. This one has a less disturbing plot (not quite so violent) so for me it's a favorite. Also, this has the most interesting male lead. Lots of fun.

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  • Posted August 12, 2010

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    Wanted to Love it but Disappointed

    I had read and enjoyed three other books in this author's Naked series. Cute, quick reads that were mostly light and fun. This one however was disappointing. It was lacking in character development and the writing was redundant. It felt as if it was written simply to fill pages and some sort of quota. The character Meg while levelheaded and enjoyable in her earlier appearances in the other Naked books, was simply not believable in her own story, nor did she seem to present as the same character that was earlier introduced. As I like Meg and Parks from their intro in Naked Earl, I was disappointed in this book which was to be the telling of their story. Not to mention that the story didn't seem to focus much on them, as it did previous characters. And when it did focus on Meg and Parks their thoughts kept revolving around the same thing, I thought I'd go mad with the repetition of it all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2008

    A Literary Tour de Force!

    Sally Mackenzie's previous work has been regarded as some of the best American fiction ever put to paper. She has received critical acclaim from some of the most prestigous literary publications known to man. With her latest novel, however, Sally has topped herself. In 'The Naked Gentleman' MacKenzie has propelled herself into the elite ranks of history's most important authors. It is truly a character study into the psyche of the modern man. You will not be disappointed. Truly one of the most influential and important books of the last decade. You MUST read this book.

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