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

Phil would save her.And he wouldn't tell them what happened.


"What are you afraid of, darling?" he would ask her.


"Those people, they want to know our secret.They want to hurt me just because I gave up the baby, our baby.I couldn't help it, Phil."


He came to her now, a sweet comforting whisper in the growing darkness."I know, darling, it's not your fault," Phil assured her. "We simply won't tell them.Then they'll have to leave us alone."


Clutching her pillow, Savannah laid her check against the cool, pastel blue satin fabric of the case cover.It felt good against her burning skin."I want to believe you," she murmured to her lover. "To believe you and trust you.I know...I must trust you."


"Yes, darling, trust me," Phil urged."We'll go away together, just the two of us."


Chapter 54