The Nightingale Legacy (Legacy Series #2) [NOOK Book]


An exhilarating Regency romance from the #1 New York Times bestselling author.

The second novel in Catherine Coulter's acclaimed Legacy trilogy.

Caroline is chomping at the bit to get out from under the control of her ...

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An exhilarating Regency romance from the #1 New York Times bestselling author.

The second novel in Catherine Coulter's acclaimed Legacy trilogy.

Caroline is chomping at the bit to get out from under the control of her guardian, the obsessive Roland. She manages to make her escape, and finds herself in the company of Frederick Nightingale, Lord Chilton. As tragedy and mystery thicken the air, Caroline is drawn to Lord Chilton--a man who claims he's a lonely beggar, his soul suited only for solitude.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The second novel in Coulter's Legacy trilogy is a delightful Regency romance brimming with drama, sex and colorful characters. It's 1814, and the young, long-haired, brooding Lord Chilton, Frederick North Nightingale, who briefly appeared in The Wyndham Legacy, is on his way from his Cornish castle, Mount Hawke, to London when he stops at an inn for the night. There, he meets the smart, beautiful and feisty 19-year-old Caroline Derwent-Jones, who has just escaped Roland Ffalkes, her lecherous, inheritance-seeking guardian, and is en route to the Cornish home of her aunt, Eleanor Penrose. North protects Caroline from Ffalkes, who shows up unexpectedly, but she departs before the nobleman can tell her that her aunt, whom he knew, has been murdered. North and Caroline soon meet again, though, and before long he accepts her proposal of marriage-much to the horror of his three misogynist male servants, appalled that the union will break the long-standing tradition of no women living at Mount Hawke. Coulter complicates her story line with a couple of weak plot twists involving a search for local treasure and the murder of several other women the killer's identity and motive, when finally revealed, strain plausibility, but her witty dialogue and bawdy, eccentric characters add up to an engaging, fan-pleasing story nonetheless. Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club selection. Dec.
Library Journal
At age 19, orphan Catherine Dewent-Jones eagerly anticipates taking control of her own financial affairs. Ffalkes, her greedy and unscrupulous legal guardian, attempts to arrange a marriage for her with his weakling son, Owen. Catherine flees and soon meets Lord Chilton. She is immediately attracted to the handsome but grim and brooding lord. She and Chilton eventually marry to protect her from the devious Ffalkes. After a series of murders, Catherine receives death threats, and the novel lumbers along to its foregone conclusion. While this novel is billed as a sequel to The Wyndham Legacy (Putnam, 1994), the main characters from that story don't make an appearance until late in the book. However, the popularity of Coulter's previous novels makes this a necessary purchase for public libraries with romance readers. [See Prepub Best Sellers, p. 55; Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 8/94.]-Margaret Hanes, Sterling Heights P.L., Mich.
Mary Carroll
As "The Wyndham Legacy" scales the best-seller lists, the second volume of Coulter's Legacy trilogy appears. A mysterious murder in 1814 on the cliffs of Cornwall opens the action; attempted rape, frantic flight, misogynistic manservants, steamy sex, and more murders follow. As in "The Wyndham Legacy", danger, hidden treasure, and magical intervention play a role in Coulter's grand finale. This time out, our hero is Lord Chilton of Mount Hawke, Frederic North Nightingale, familiar as the brooding brother-at-arms of the Earl of Chase, Marcus Wyndham, in the first Legacy novel. Caroline Derwent-Jones, a 19-year-old heiress, is the anachronistic heroine Nightingale rescues, resists, and then ravishes--with her enthusiastic and energetic assistance. There are tiny traces here of Austen and Dickens, with heartier helpings of "The Perils of Pauline" and every other story ever marketed--like so many commodities--with the help of sex. Not much history, but plenty of romance: Coulter fans will love this frothy, sexy fairy tale. A selection of the Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101214237
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/1/1995
  • Series: Legacy Series , #2
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 71,078
  • File size: 583 KB

Meet the Author

Catherine  Coulter
Catherine Coulter is the author of sixty-five novels, almost all of them New York Times bestsellers. She earned her reputation writing historical romances, but in recent years turned her hand to penningwith great successcontemporary suspense novels. The Cove spent nine weeks on The New York Times paperback bestseller list and sold more than one million copies. The Maze was Coulter's first book to land on The New York Times hardcover bestseller list.A review of The Maze in Publisher's Weekly stated that it "was gripping enough to establish Coulter firmly in this genre." Coulter continues to live up to that promise with twelve more New York Times bestselling FBI thrillers, including her most recent title Whiplash. Coulter's 15th FBI thriller Split Second will be released in 2011.

Catherine Coulter's first novel, The Autumn Countess, was published at the end of 1978 when she had just reached puberty. It was a Regency romance because, as she says, "as any publisher will tell you, it's best to limit the unknowns in a first book, and not only had I grown up reading Georgette Heyer, but I earned my M.A. degree in 19th century European history."

Following The Autumn Countess (a Gothic masquerading as a Regency, she says), Catherine wrote six more Regency romances. In 1982, she published her first long historical, Devil's Embrace. She has continued to write long historicals, interspersing them with hardcover contemporary novels, beginning with False Pretenses in 1988.

She pioneered the trilogy in historical romance, each of them very popular. They include: Song, Star, Magic, Night, Bride, Viking, and Legacy trilogies. She enjoys trilogies because she doesn't have to say good-bye to the characters and neither do the readers.

Catherine grew up on a horse ranch in Texas. She graduated from the University of Texas and received her masters at Boston College. Prior to becoming a full-time writer, she worked on Wall Street as a speechwriter for a company president. She loves to travel and ski, reads voraciously, and has a reputation for telling jokesbelieving the publishing business is too crazy not to laugh. Catherine lives in Marin County, California with her physician husband and her three cats.

Catherine Coulter loves to hear from readers. You can e-mail her at


The author of dozens of bestsellers, Catherine Coulter made her Romance debut with 1978's The Autumn Countess, a fast-moving story she describes as "a Gothic masquerading as a Regency." Six more Regency romances followed in quick succession; then, in 1982, she penned her first full-length historical novel, Devil's Embrace. She counts several trilogies among her most popular historicals, notably the Bride Trilogy -- which, in turn, spawned an ongoing story sequence featuring the beloved Sherbrooke family of Regency-era England.

In 1988, Coulter tried her hand at contemporary romance with a twisty little page-turner called False Pretenses. Her fans ate it up and begged for more. Since then, she has interspersed historicals with contemporary romantic thrillers (like the novels in her bestselling FBI series) in one of the most successful change-ups in the history of romance publishing.

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Jack Ryan
Indiana Jones
Pink Panther
Sherlock Holmes
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Harry Potter (Every Single Book)
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S.C. Taylor from Beyond Eden
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Jack Bauer
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Arnold Schwarzenegger

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FREDERIC NORTH NIGHTINGALE looked down at the huddled

woman at his feet. She was bowed in on herself, her knees

drawn nearly to her chest, her arms over her head, as if she’d

tried to protect herself as she fell from the cliff above. Her

once stylish pale blue muslin gown was ripped violently

beneath her arms, the bodice and skirt stained and filthy.

One blue slipper dangled by twisted and torn ribbons from

her right foot.

He came down to his knees beside her and gently pulled

her stiff arms away from her head. She’d been dead for

some time, at least eighteen hours, for her muscles were

beginning to slacken again, the rigor lessening. He lightly

pressed his fingers to her dirty neck, where the collar of her

gown was ripped away. He didn’t know why he was feeling

for a pulse, perhaps he was hoping for a miracle, but of

course, there was no beat, just cold flesh and death.

Her pale blue eyes stared up at him, not calm with acceptance,

but bulging with the terror, with the knowledge

that death was here and this was her last instant of life. Even

though he’d seen too many men die in battle or after battle

from infection, this touched him differently. She wasn’t a

soldier wielding a sword or a musket. She was a woman,

thus frail by a man’s standards, helpless in the face of a fall

as violent as this one. He closed her eyes then pressed

against her jaw to close her mouth, open wide on a last

scream. It wouldn’t close, and her terror was there to see if

not to hear. It would remain there until she was no more

than stripped white bone.

He rose slowly and stepped back, not too far back or else

he’d go careening off the narrow ledge into the Irish Sea

some forty feet below. The smell of the salt water was

strong, the sound of the waves striking against the ageless

tumbled black rocks was loud, but the rhythmic tumult was

still curiously soothing to him. It had been since he’d been

a boy, bent on escape.

She was no stranger to him. It had taken him a moment

to recognize her, but he’d soon realized it was Eleanor Penrose,

the widow of the now long-dead Squire Josiah Penrose

of Scrilady Hall, just three miles or so north, very near the

Trevaunance Cove. He’d known her since she’d arrived in

the area from somewhere in Dorset and married the squire

when North had been a boy of ten years or so. He remembered

her as a laughing young woman with big breasts and

a bigger smile, her soft brown hair falling in ringlets around

her face that bounced about when she jested and poked the

staid squire in his ribs, drawing a tortured smile even from

that pinched mouth. And now she was dead, drawn in like

a baby on a narrow ledge. He told himself she must have

fallen. It was a tragic accident, surely that was all that it

was, but he knew in his belly that it wasn’t possible. Eleanor

Penrose knew this land as well as he did. She wouldn’t have

been strolling out here by herself, far from home, and simply

slip and fall over the cliff. How had it happened?

He made his way slowly back up the cliff, some thirty

feet to the top, his fingers fitting into the familiar handholds,

his feet slipping only twice. He pulled himself over the top

onto the barren jagged edge of St. Agnes Head, rose and

looked down as he dusted off his breeches. From this height

she again became the patch of bright blue that had caught

his attention and drawn him down in the first place.

Suddenly a clod of loose earth crumbled beneath his

booted feet. He jerked back, arms flailing. His heart thudded

madly until he was back a good three feet from the cliff

edge. Perhaps that was what had happened to Eleanor Penrose.

She’d walked too close to the edge and the ground had

simply given beneath her and she’d not fallen all the way

to the spuming waves below but onto that protruding ledge

instead. And it had been enough to kill her. He dropped to

his knees and examined the ground. Only the chunk he’d

just dislodged seemed to have broken off. He just looked at

the ground, then down at the ledge, barely visible from his

vantage point. He rose and dusted off his hands.

North strode to his bay gelding, Treetop, a horse that

stood over seventeen hands high and thus his name, who

was standing motionless, watching his master’s approach.

Treetop didn’t even look up at the flock of lapwings that

wheeled low over them. A dragonfly lighted on his rump

and he gently waved his tail. North would have to ride to

see the magistrate. Then he realized he was the magistrate.

This wasn’t the army, no sergeants to do what he told them

to do, no rules or protocols. ‘‘Well,’’ he said as he swung

easily onto Tree’s broad back, ‘‘let’s ride to get Dr. Treath.

He should look at her before we move her. Do you think

she fell?’’

Tree didn’t snort but he did fling his mighty head from

side to side.

North said slowly as he looked back at the cliff where

she’d gone over, shading the brilliant noontime sun from his

eyes with his hand, ‘‘I don’t think she did either. I think

some son of a bitch killed her.’’

• *

‘‘Lord Chilton! Good God, my boy, when did you return?

It’s been over a year since you’ve come home. Just here for

your father’s funeral, then back again to the interminable

war that’s finally over, thank God. Now all our fine English

lads can come home again. Come in, come in. You always

did knock at my surgery entrance, eh?’’

Dr. Treath, tall and straight as a sapling under a bright

sun, and slender as a boy of eighteen, and as smart a man

as North had ever known, pumped his hand and ushered

him through his small surgery replete with its shining metal

instruments and cabinets filled with carefully labeled bottles.

There was a mortar and pestle on the scrubbed table just

beneath the cabinets. He led North into the drawing room

of Perth Cottage, a cozy, warm room with a fireplace at one

end, too much furniture throughout and messy with strewn

newspapers and journals and now-empty cups on every surface

that, North remembered, had held tea liberally laced

with smuggled French brandy.

North smiled, remembering that when he was a boy Dr.

Treath had seemed a giant of a man. The doctor was very

tall, but now that North was a man full grown, Treath’s

height no longer seemed so extraordinary. Of course, North

was bred from a line of tall men, of a height to intimidate

if they were of a mind to do so.

Dr. Treath’s smile was warm and welcoming.

‘‘It has been a long time, sir. But now I’m home again,

to stay this time.’’

‘‘Sit down, North. Tea? A brandy?’’

‘‘No, sir. Actually I’m here as the magistrate to tell you

that I just found Eleanor Penrose on that outcropping ledge

beneath St. Agnes Head. She’s dead, and has been for some

time, at least a day, for her limbs were still rigid but were

relaxing again.’’

Dr. Benjamin Treath became rigid as Lot’s wife, becomTHE

ing pale and paler still until his face was as white as his

modest white cravat. He suddenly looked immeasurably

older, all the vitality sucked out of him in that single instant,

then, just as quickly, he was shaking his head. ‘‘No,’’ he

said, ‘‘no, that can’t be right. You’ve forgotten what Eleanor

looked like. No, not Eleanor. It’s some other woman who

resembles her. I’m sorry for the other woman but it isn’t

Eleanor, it can’t be Eleanor. Tell me you’ve made a mistake,


‘‘I’m sorry, sir, but it was Eleanor Penrose.’’

But Dr. Treath was still shaking his head, violently now,

his eyes darkening, his pallor more marked. ‘‘Dead, you

say? No, North, you’re mistaken. I just dined with her two

evenings ago. She was in fine fettle, laughing as she always

does, you remember that, don’t you? We ate oysters at Scrilady

Hall and the candlelight was very soft and she laughed

at my stories about the Navy, particularly the one about how

we stole that bag of lemons from a Dutch ship in the Caribbean

near St. Thomas because our men had scurvy. No,

no, North, you’re wrong, you must be wrong. I can’t let

Eleanor be dead.’’

Damnation, North thought. ‘‘I’m sorry, sir, truly. Yes,

she’s dead.’’

Benjamin Treath turned away and walked slowly to the

French doors at the back of the sitting room that gave onto

a small enclosed garden, flowering wildly now in middle

August, roses interlaced with bougainvillea and hydrangeas,

the colors vivid reds and pinks and yellows. One old sessile

oak tree was so thick, its heavy leafed branches covered one

entire corner of the garden, and its trunk was wrapped round

and round with ivy. Blue agrion damselflies hovered over

the ivy, making it appear to shimmer and shift in the lazy

sunlight. North heard the croak of a bush cricket.

Dr. Treath just stood there, his shoulders rising and falling

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quickly, and North realized he was fighting down tears.

‘‘I’m very sorry, sir. I didn’t know you and Mrs. Penrose

were close. You must come with me, sir. Also, there’s

something more you must know.’’

Dr. Treath turned slowly to face him. ‘‘She’s dead, you

say. What else is there? Come, North, what is it?’’

‘‘I don’t think she just fell from the cliff. I think someone

pushed her. I didn’t examine her or touch her except to feel

for her pulse. You should do that.’’

‘‘Yes,’’ Dr. Treath said at last. ‘‘Yes, I’ll come. Wait,

what did you say? Someone pushed her? No, that’s not possible.

Everyone liked Eleanor, everyone. Oh Jesus. Yes, I’ll

come.’’ He called out, ‘‘Bess! Come down, please. I must

go out. Jack Marley is coming soon. Bess? Hurry, woman.’’

Bess Treath appeared suddenly in the doorway of the sitting

room, out of breath, her hand clutched to her chest. She

was a tall woman, slender, with hair darker even than

North’s. There was a great resemblance between brother and

sister. She saw North, quickly curtsied, and said with pleasure,

‘‘My lord, you’re home. How like your papa you look,

but then all Nightingale men resemble each other from father

to son and so it’s always been, at least that’s what Mrs.

Freely says and what her mother before her said. Oh dear,

something’s wrong, isn’t it? Why are you going out, Benjie?

What has happened? Someone at Mount Hawke is ill?’’

Dr. Treath just looked at her, actually beyond her, gone

from Perth Cottage, from his sister and North, who stood at

his side. He shook his head, as if to give himself direction.

‘‘Jack Marley has a boil on his neck. See to it if you want

to, if not, then tell him to come back. Be sure to use the

carbolic liberally to clean him up first. He never washes his

neck, you know.’’

‘‘Yes, I know, Benjie. I’ll deal with him.’’

North said only, ‘‘There’s been an accident, Miss Treath.

We must go now.’’

‘‘An accident? What happened? What’s wrong, Benjie?’’

Dr. Treath just kept shaking his head. He pushed past his

sister, head down, North following.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2008


    I originally read the 1st in the trilogy from a public library. I fell in love with it and went out to purchase a copy for my collection. Of course, when I buy one out of the series, I end up buying the whole package. I loved this one, but not as much as The Wyndham Legacy. Read the trilogy. It's worth the effort and time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2004

    A great read, I only wish there were more.

    I absolutely love everything that Catherine Coulter has written. The characters in this book were so rich, it was easy to fall in love with them. I only wish that there were more to it, the ending seemed a little weak compared to her other books. But still, this is a must read.

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    Soft all I can think of with this book.  I used to r

    Soft all I can think of with this book.  I used to read a lot of romance and Catherine Coulter was one of my favorite authors.  It had been years since I had read anything of hers and could not remember if I had ever read this one.  There are so many pages of love scenes that the story seems to stop so that the characters can have their "moment."  I simply skip through so I can continue with the story and on the Nook, that means hitting the next button numerous times.  I like the fact that the Legacy series has mystery, which I love and Coulter always does a great job of creating unforgettable characters.  It's probably time for me to check out her other genres, because this type of graphic romance is just not my thing.  I

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    Posted December 28, 2011


    I really enjoyed this book! So funny, just loved all the characters a must read! You will not be disappointed.

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    this boook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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