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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.

Marva Dale · Urbain
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67 Chs

Chapter 56

Before Liberty could respond, Keats grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.As her mouth eagerly met his, a wave of emotion rushed through her, swamping her in lust and excitement.The storm raced through their kiss as lips ravished lips and tongues raged together.His fingers stroked one possessive line down her back and then reached up to cup her face.She could see the tidal wave forming in his eyes with the kind of violent tempest that took her breath away and made her pulse pound.

As his mouth crushed down on hers, she tasted his arousal, fierce and unrelenting. His fingers dragged through her damp hair and pulled the strands back from her face, almost too tight. He was all cop now, operating on intense adrenaline, need and greed, no sugar coating here.She felt his chest strain against his shirt, his outfit now a mere light, frivolous costume over his strong, dark, hard lustfrom funny bunny to magnificent beast in one demanding embrace and kiss.