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Not at Liberty

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.

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Chapter 45

The candles, moonlight, and the scents of the nearby honeysuckle produced a wonderful romantic ambiance, beyond anything Liberty could have imagined.Keats continued to surprise her, his esoteric overtures proved refreshing and thrilling. Now they were intimate friends, not legal adversaries.

Relaxed, happy, Liberty talked about her family, and Keats reciprocated.Both his parents were educators, his father a high school chemistry teacher, and his mother an English Lit professor at University."During her college days in the late seventies," he revealed, "she got into poetry and literature, the high end stuff.For as long as I can remember dad always bowed to mom and her tastes. Of course, she always had good taste, still doesup to a point."

He chuckled."I guess in a weak moment, dad allowed mom to name the children, so I became Byron and my younger brother got Emerson.He doesn't mind the name so much, says it's better than Ralph Waldo."