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

Once at home, Liberty changed into a white tank top and her old gray sweat pants, and then slipped into her fluffy pink slippers.With a bottle of pinot rosé opened and breathing in the kitchen, she settled on her couch to watch the nine o'clock news.When the doorbell rang, she supposed her visitor to be Preston, wanting to know why she hadn't called him back.According to Corey, the P.I. had left several messages, but Liberty had been too busy to return his calls.Same held true for Keats.Despite her eagerness to talk to the sergeant, she forced herself to concentrate on work, and thus had her cell phone calls routed to the office telephone.


Keats...last night had been so magical, as if they had both been under a romantic spell.But last night had been last night, end of story.To continue along those same lines might just court disaster, or at the very least inspire less-than-enthusiastic feelings after the fantasy dwindled and died.


Chapter 49