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

Work kept her busy, her mind off of her private life, especially her thoughts concerning Sergeant Byron Keats and what transpired last night.Although, as much as she tried, Liberty couldn't help the small snippets of last night's swim session that inadvertently popped up no matter what she thought of did.Could she be falling for the sergeant?Liberty didn't think so, at least not on a grand scale where romance bloomed and flourished and came accompanied by soft, rosy feelings.Right now the thought of Keats produced a nice warm flush between her legs.But to Liberty, Keats still remained an enigma; he could be crass one moment and somewhat urbane the next.It unnerved her a little.She was used to one-sided men, those she could read quite adeptly without having to guess motives and motivations...like Preston.Then again, she might just welcome the challenge that Keats presented.


Chapter 46