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

As Jeff entered the bathroom he tugged the old metal door shut behind him, but Liberty, undaunted, grabbed the handle and opened the men's room door.As she entered, the smell hit her full force, that of old urine and sweat.Countless graffiti marred the walls, although it was an improvement over the awful ecru color of the cinder block walls.Between the two toilet stalls, toilet paper spilled across the cement floor, the metal doors of the stalls carved up with names and crude words.The two sinks didn't look as if they had been cleaned in ages, ditto for the dirty mirrors.One wall sported a row of urinals, their porcelain bowls faded to a rusty yellow.


Jeff, who hadn't realized the attorney had followed him inside, began to unzip his jeans in front of one of the urinals.


"All I'm asking," Liberty continued as she walked up behind him, "is a chance to seek bail for my client, a reasonable request.Madeline Kime isn't a flight risk or a danger to the community."


Chapter 38