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.

Sexy, black lawyer, Liberty Sloane is asked to defend a deaf public relations executive accused of killing a well-known physician. Dr. Daniel Baumgard, known for his philanthropy, just opened a new shelter for abused women, although he also ran a women’s healthcare clinic that offers abortions. Madeline Kime promoted the doctor’s endeavors through her PR agency while harboring deep secrets concerning the Baumgard family, including the doctor’s son, Rhett, a congressman, and his socialite wife, Savannah. So who hated the doctor enough to stab him in the foyer of his own home? Liberty has a number of suspects on her list, including a pro-life group, not to mention the additional crimes of stolen clinic files and a blackmail scheme. To complicate matters, she has to fend off the advances of one-time boyfriend Preston Durrell, a private detective, while entertaining a new romance with the officer on the case, Sergeant Byron Keats. Worse, Liberty planned a Caribbean vacation with her BFFs, but has to postpone it in order to defend her client for murder one.

Not at Liberty

When he returned with the champagne bottle nested in her big mixing bowl filled with ice, Preston found Liberty sitting in bed, her knees drawn up beneath the top sheet of her cream and lavender bed linens.She gave him an expectant look as he popped the cork and quickly let the ensuing flow of champagne fill the two wine glasses he also brought along.


She scooted over to him."Okay, now tell me your information."


"Hold on."Preston handed her one of the filled champagne glasses and then sat beside her on the bed.He had taken a quick shower and now smelled pleasantly of her coconut-melon body wash, his hair slicked back in damp, wavy strands that she found rather sexy.


Holding up his bubbly, he smiled."I want to make a toast first.Here's to new beginnings for both of us."He tapped the rim of his glass to hers and then drank a hearty slug of his champagne.


Liberty took a quick sip of her own, eager to find out what he knew."Now, before we do anything else, tell me your info, please!"


Chapter 21