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

We had two servants at our disposal, a young brother and sister from the Alsace region named Yvan and Celeste, both with dark hair and eyes. The also possessed a sylvan, ethereal look about them as if they had appeared out of the dense Compi¨¨nge Forest behind us instead of from the de Grammont kitchens.Yet they performed their duties with skill and dexterity.When one glass of wine had been drunk and set down, Yvan or Celeste would quickly fetch another, doing so with barely a notice from the bacchius revelers.


Jeannette and I had since shed our panniers and hoop skirts, opting for filmy gowns with brazenly low décolletages.Henri-Charles made a game of placing a strawberry or cherry in the cleft of Jeannette's full breasts followed by a dollop of custard from an éclair and then retrieving the creamy fruit with his mouth and tongue.His lapping and tickling made her titter delightfully while my lover of the night, Armand, and I looked on with bemusement.


Chapter 56