The conclusion of the eighteenth-century romance about two people separated by class! While living at Lord Wentworth’s mansion, Prudence is working to discover who her birth parents are. But then Lord Wentworth’s sister-in-law arrives suddenly. She despises Prudence and tries to kick her out of the house. Then, after witnessing an impulsive kiss between Prudence and Lord Wentworth, she spreads a rumor that Prudence is a loose woman. Prudence decides to leave so that she won’t cause the family any further trouble… The story concludes in this third volume of the eighteenth-century romance about two people separated by class!

When aristocratic Alessandro Valessi discovers the existence of his love child, he is determined to be part of Polly Fairfax’s life! But Polly has been raising the child alone — and she doesn’t want or need her son’s father, especially after the arrogant Italian count hurt her so badly. But Alessandro leaves Polly no choice; he will fight her for custody of their child, unless Polly does as he commands…and agrees to marry him immediately!

National Book Award winner Nikky Finney's fifth collection of poems articulates the Black American history into a new language of "docu-poetry."

'What was she? Not a child, for she was seventeen, and taller than Kitty: not a girl, for she floated like a feather, and flew into trees like a bird; not a spirit - she was human to touch. But to-night she was all made of mischief and magic, remote form him, and yet calling him to here . . .' At thirty-two, her mother dead, Agatha Bodenham finds herself quite alone. She summons back to life the only friend she ever knew, Clarissa, the dream companion of her childhood. At first Clarissa comes by night, and then by day, gathering substance in the warmth of Agatha's obsessive love until it seems that others too can see her. See, but not touch, for Agatha has made her love child for herself alone. No man may approach her elfin creation of perfect beauty. If he does, the love which summoned her can spirit her away . . . The Love Child (1927) was Edith Olivier's first novel, acknowledged as a minor masterpiece: a perfectly imagined fable and a moving and perceptive portrayal of unfulfilled maternal love.

Brilliantly evoking the changing attitudes of the time, The Love Child is a novel about love, family, separation, despair, and hope, full of tenderness and deep feeling. A young mother’s sacrifice. A child’s desperate search for the truth... London, 1917 When nineteen-year-old Alice Copeman becomes pregnant, she is forced by her father and stepmother to give up the baby. She simply cannot be allowed to bring shame upon her family. But all Alice can think about is the small, kitten-like child she gave away, and she mourns the father, a young soldier, so beloved, who will never have the chance to know his daughter. Edith and Philip Burns, a childless couple, yearn for a child of their own. When they secretly adopt a baby girl, Irene, their life together must surely be complete. Irene grows up knowing that she is different from other children, but no one will tell her the full truth. Putting hopes of marriage and children behind her, Alice embarks upon a pioneering medical career, striving to make her way in a male-dominated world. Meanwhile, Irene struggles to define her own life, eventually leaving her Suffolk home to find work in London. As two extraordinary stories intertwine across two decades, will secrets long-buried at last come to light?

Makaeli Lovechild Hunt, a successful fashion designer, struggles with her own spirituality and bi-racial identity until a family emergency forces her to face her tumultuous past. In seven life-altering days, she discovers what forgiveness really means. Amidst crises painful enough to make her turn her back on God forever, she learns what it means to be God's lovechild.

Sometimes in life, we think we are one thing and then boom, we find out we are another. And whenever we find ourselves in some precarious situations, we tend to blame it on others, most often than not, the wrong people, who never even had a clue how things happened. It’s just nature, I guess. We only need to always keep calm or at least try to keep our composure and figure out how to get out of the situation without any bruises on either ourselves or others. After reading the novel you should be able to look at things differently, understand that what you think you are now could be different tomorrow and to always not let your new you burn up your old you. My great grandmother used to say, “You can’t burn up the granaries just because you have overeaten and you are feeling over satisfied.”