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

The man who sat on the sofa in the sitting room called himself Destry "Dest" Lundegard.


"My ex-wife used to say Dest is the best in bed," he informed the woman with a lascivious grin."And she wasn't the only one who said that.I've had a few satisfied customers in my day, if you ladies get the picture."


"Oh, I think we do, Dest," Ellen stated with a mischievous glint in her eyes.


The only feature worth noting on Destry Lundegard's rather insipid face was his nose, a hawkish protrusion with a hooked end.Otherwise, he possessed thin lips beneath a scrawny moustache, no chin, small beady eyes, and sparse hair, combed over his bald spot and slicked down with gel to produce a jet-black shine.For a night out on the town, he wore a purple shirt, black slacks and ankle boots, and a gold-tone neck chain with the words Sexy Dude attached.


Chapter 72