Guest Post; Love, Secrets, and Absolution by K.L. Loveley


People in the village gossip about Grace’s son, Alfie.

He’s a lonely boy full of secrets, lies, and obsessive thoughts.

How far can a mother’s love go? Will she ultimately sacrifice her life for his?

Set in Nottinghamshire, this family drama follows the lives of Grace and Alfie as he transforms from a naïve, young boy into a teenager spiralling out of control.

Love, Secrets, and Absolution is a coming of age story with a difference.

Deceit, betrayal, love, and addiction, a family falling apart in the midst of teenage angst and torn loyalties; will anybody find absolution?

K.L Loveley is a former nurse, who has seen, heard, and dealt with a wide range of medical, social and family dramas. She has used her nursing experience, along with her excellent people-watching skills to create fascinating characters and intriguing scenarios within her books. She writes contemporary fiction, psychological dramas, and poetry.

Her debut novel Alice was published in February 2017, and the story tackles alcoholism head-on and presents the reader with an empathetic account of a spiraling addiction and the resulting pattern of hopelessness that many fall into.

K.L Loveley’s second novel Love, Secrets, and Absolution: An emotional and gripping psychological, family drama is a coming of age story with a difference. Deceit, betrayal, love, and addiction, this story is about a family falling apart in the midst of teenage angst and torn loyalties.

If you enjoy reading authors like Jodi Picoult and Diane Chamberlain, you will enjoy K.L Loveley!

K.L Loveley lives in Nottinghamshire, England and loves socialising with friends and family. She is an avid reader and enjoys a variety of genres including psychological, thrillers and historical fiction. Her favourite authors include John le Carré, K.L Slater, Marian Keyes and Philippa Gregory.


Ten things you didn’t know about K.L Loveley

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I am one of four children and own the second position. The reason I use the words ‘own and position’, is because my wonderful late father had a great sense of humour and loved banter. He liked to call us his seeds – being second born, I was his number two seed.

My father loved giving everybody titles, however never the regal kind you understand – he never called any of his ‘Princess’ or ‘Prince’. After all, we were British working class and these types of titles may have encouraged us to think above our station!!! My title was ‘Miss Prim’. You may well ask why? Apparently, because I was always reading, writing, and pretending to be a teacher or a librarian, he felt that I was destined to be a prim and proper young lady.

I was born in the early fifties in England, and back then the British education system was far removed from our current system. I am not complaining – it was as it was! This was the years of the eleven plus exam and in retrospect, I now realise, how unfair the system was. I sincerely believe that most children who passed this all-important exam, were groomed to do so. Don’t get me wrong, some children were innately intelligent and deserved their place at the Grammar school.

At my junior school there was a teacher by the name of Mr Richardson whose pupils were well prepared for the eleven plus exam. These chosen students were provided with mock papers and taught what to expect in the exam and how to tackle the type of questions and math problems. The rest of us were shocked, when the eleven plus exam paper was placed in front of us. Being the second youngest in the class, I wasn’t quite eleven when presented with the exam. I clearly remember the exam. I had to sit on a hard-wooden double bench that was attached to an individual desk lid that opened both yours and your friends desk at the same time. I clearly remember the stained inkwells either side of the desk. It was late spring /early summer when I sat this momentous exam. Perfect for hay fever sufferers like myself as I snivelled my tired self through these questions that for the most part looked as though written in code. As a consequence, or maybe not. I did not pass my eleven plus. I went to the local secondary modern school where I stayed for four years.

I left school at the tender age of fifteen and a few weeks old, and I began working in a store the following week. My desire to be a teacher or nurse was put on hold, while I ‘earned my keep’.


After realising that education was the key to success, I set about educating myself! I passed the entrance exam into nursing and later enrolled at the local technical college, to study ‘O levels’. I studied: Biology, Psychology, Sociology, language and literature. I paid for my education from my own earnings. Imagine my surprise and absolute joy, when I was awarded grade A in all subjects. A good education was finally in my grasp. I went on to study to A-levels and eventually enrolled with The Open University. So, you see, although the formal education system let me down – I rose above the establishment by funding my own education.

There was a time after gaining my Biology degree, that I considered leaving my nursing career and becoming a teacher. I studied a Diploma in teaching with this in mind. However, my heart was set, to continue working for our wonderful NHS.

I lived and worked in West Germany for a few years as a consequence of my husband being posted to RAF Laarbruch. I enjoyed my time living in an alternate country, it enriched my life. “Sprechen Sie Deutsch” anyone?


I rather enjoy attempting to learn different languages, much to the delight of my family. Over the years, it has helped tremendously when choosing gifts for me. Including books on how to swear in a variety of languages. I can’t profess to be anywhere close to being fluent, it is all just a bit of fun!

As much as I enjoy music and dance, I do not have a musical bone in my body. My sense of rhythm is not good and my singing voice is pitiful. Despite this, I live in hope to learn to play at least one tune on my guitar before I die. It is actually on my bucket list, which I can report with most sincerity, is getting shorter as I tick off each of my wishes.


At the magnificent age of sixty, I enjoyed my first and last tandem parachute jump. This is high on my list of memorable experiences. It was the most amazing experience of my life to date. As I soared through the clouds, free-falling at an incredible speed, the clouds decided to give up their contents. For a short time, I was surrounded by millions of tiny hailstones, battering my face. The sensation was of tiny pricks of pleasure and was an absolute delight. I appeared to be moving faster than the hailstones were falling. As a consequence, it was a surreal experience, as the hailstones appeared to be floating around me. I could almost reach out and pluck them from the sky.



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Hi, I am an avid reader and have been all my life. I put it down to being an only child and having a teacher for a mum. The idea of this blog is to share my passion for reading and review new and upcoming books as well as those that may have been out for several years. I also review on Twitter @Bookliterat

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