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

To celebrate the blooming of the District of Columbia cherry trees, Ellen offered cherry brandy to her guest.Suzan found the liqueur smooth, inviting and pleasing just as she found Ellen-in a long, sleeveless dress of cherry-red -inviting and captivating.Red seemed to be her color, a vibrant compliment to her fair skin and hair.


"Let me show you my Cézanne," Ellen announced with a pleased smile."I have it hanging in my bedroom."


"I'd love to see it."Suzan followed her hostess up the sweeping staircase to the second floor and on to the master bedroom.As soon as she entered, Suzan took in the details with an awe-inspiring appreciation for the Arabian fantasy décor.Yards of red and mauve tulle curtains hung from the ceiling and draped the walls.They also framed the round king-sized bed with its cream satin comforter and mounds of pillows in garnet- and eggplant-hued velvet.


Chapter 62