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

Both Charles and I enjoyed dressing in the best and latest fashions, and soon we acquired an extensive wardrobe of powdered wigs, cockade hats, ruffled jabots and frilled shirts, satin heels with gold embroidery, silk and satin gowns with revealing bodices, lace panniers and petticoats.When not wearing a wig, I styled my hair with loosely looped and twisted strands secured by pins and barrettes that featured peacock feathers, mother-of-pearl and gold inlays, and exaggerated cabochons.Sometimes I employed ringlets that cascaded down my back, while Charles wore his rich chestnut hair tied back with a silk ribbon.Makeup was exaggerated to almost clownish extremes with press-on beauty moles, white powder, and highly-rouged lips and cheeks.Men wore the same makeup, although Charles and I tempered our maquillage.


Chapter 55