Marva Dale is the pen name for author Debra McReynolds.  Retired from the public relations field, Debra now spends her free time indulging in her passion for writing.  "I used to fill my school notebooks with stories," Debra relates, "and then add artwork to go along with them.  My second grade teacher, Mrs. Daley, predicted that I would be a writer one day."
A fan of the mystery genre, she enjoys crafting tales with a twist of suspense, a touch of romance, and a bit of humor. 
Debra and her husband, Dale, make their home in El Paso, Texas, with their dog, cats and rabbits.

Dr. Suzan Dwyer specializes in blood disorder research and maintains her own laboratory in the Washington, D.C. area. But she’s not prepared to deal with a new patient named Charles Lambert who says he’s aging by the minute and needs Suzan to help him discover a way to reverse the process through her blood research. Suzan hesitates to believe the story Charles tells her. Yet when he suddenly disappears, Suzan tracks him down and meets his wife, Ellen Lambert, a beautiful, alluring, and enigmatic woman who harbors a deep, disturbing secret. Suzan is drawn into Ellen’s world of mysticism, fantasy, lust and desire, and believes Ellen when she says that Charles has suddenly died overseas. Succumbing to Ellen’s charms, Suzan decides to give up her old life, one that she has shared with her partner, Dr. Davis Breen, for five years. As she embarks on a tempestuous affair with Ellen and listens to her incredible history, Suzan is drawn deeper into the woman’s strange but exciting world, one that might possibly include murder. Soon Suzan must decide if she wants what Ellen wishes to give her—life everlasting… Even when such a life comes at a terrible cost. 


Blood of the Gods

Charles awoke with a nagging hunger, his insides hollow, and his mouth as dry and coarse as the desert sands.His head hurt and his body felt thin and limb.Looking about, he knew he was still in Elena's bed as he had been last night, but Elena was no longer with him.The candles had burned down to stubs and dawn crested over the horizon, although night still loomed in the bedchamber, gray and cold. Shivering, Charles pulled a blanket over him.As he did so, he glanced down at his chest.Last night Elena had mixed their blood together, using his chest as a palette.He should have seen the scar from the incision she made with the knife, but he found nothing but smooth, pale flesh along his breastbone.What had happened?Had the transformation taken place as he slept?Yet Charles felt far from strong and vital...or invincible.


He remembered the elixir stored in the gold box, but the box, too, had disappeared.Elena, no doubt, had returned her precious commodity to its place in the credenza.


Chapter 38