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where fear and passion collide
Debora Dale Alt logo
where fear and passion collide

About Debora Dale

“A lush, sensitive, sensual voice with a hint of gravel like a pack-a-day smoker.”
Linda Ford

A Glimpse into the heart and mind of Debora Dale

What drives a writer to write? What draws a reader in? Is it to duplicate life events? Or to escape, just for a while, into a world where hope lingers, the bad guys get theirs, and love, hard-fought, conquers….most?

While others may binge on chocolate or ice cream, Debora Dale binges on words and the emotions they can convey. Always looking deeper, she has a need to fulfill. A need to understand what drives people. What keeps certain people back from tasting more of life than what is familiar to them, and what drives others to dare to experience it all.

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Romantic Suspense author Debora Dale


My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel – it is, before all, to make you see.
– Joseph Conrad


“Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”
– George Orwell

I’ve never heard a better description for the ache, the need and the passion involved in writing a book. It’s a force that cannot be ignored.

With every scribbled thought, every purchase of a new journal, a new pen, with each new “idea” folder I create, excitement builds for the story hidden within. Ideas simmer and thoughts meld as sound and scent create new scenarios in which I can challenge my still-unknown hero to save the day, or propel my still-unknown heroine to uncover the secrets of her inner strength.

Danger awaits them. Trust evades them. Yet, they fight on throughout their journey – the writer’s demon possessing them as well. And then, when the end is in sight and their challenge is nearly met, their passion takes hold and romance sizzles from every glance, every word. Every touch.

My hope is for the journeys I create to be as exciting for you to read as they are for me to write.

I’m a New Yorker born and bred, with roots in Brooklyn, and the sights and sounds of the city and suburbs are what propel my muse into action, helping me create new characters and take them into dark and dangerous territories… only to have them escape by sheer wit and courage.

I’m a proud southpaw. A former homeschooling mom, a calligrapher, baker, and Harry Potter fan. My patronus is a Grey Speckled Stallion.

From my perch here, in the heart of the City, it often feels like the world is a morning’s stretch away. I can enjoy the crash of waves on the shore, crisp pine-scented mountain air, compelling aromas from a plethora of ethnic restaurants, smooth jazz from clubs like the Blue Note, museums, street vendors and, yes, even dirty-water dogs… all without leaving my little piece of the world.

Who could ask for more?


"The show must go on" by PAMaire is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
Me, actually.

I’m also a Gemini, and as such, I’m always eager for yet another experience – to live and to share. So if you visit here often, you’ll read about all the little things that interest me – from all of the above to paranormal investigations to landscape photography, Hudson Valley getaways, my not-so-secret obsessions with Johnny Depp and Freddie Mercury… and plenty more.

Above all, family matters most to me, but in my free time, I engage in the most exciting and fulfilling work there is.

I write.

Yeah. Life is good.

Image of Freddie Mercury statue: “The show must go on” by PAMaire is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

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