SPOTLIGHT ARTIST: C. LYNETTE

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“Officer Spectacular” excerpt from Ebony Articles: Volume 2"

(EMCEE) “Ladies and gentle cats, welcome to the fifth annual poetry slam. I’m your host, your dee-jay and your emcee, Lady Nique. Without any further hesitations, we’re going to get this thing started. Up to the mic first we have a real treat for y'all. One of our city’s finest coming to the stage. Welcome JT Smooth.”

Everyone, including myself, applauded as I looked around for the poet. Justin let go of my arm and headed to the stage. I was immediately flustered yet intrigued. I loved poetry and a man who could use his words majestically. I moved the people in front of me out of the way so that I could have a front row spot to see what Justin was really capable of.

After all the applause, and by the amount and the snaps from the audience, I could tell he’d been doing this for a while. “Thank you,” he softly responded in a smooth jazz baritone voice. “I wrote this piece a few weeks ago. It was inspired by my date tonight.” All eyes immediately turned to me as I looked onward blushing.
He began:

I entered into my favorite coffee shop and sat in my regular spot
Watching all the patrons talk or browser the internet
When this magnificent mahogany colored cutie walked in the store
Cautiously approaching the cashier, while gazing up at the order boards
I admired her shapely frame, short, thick with her hair in a French bun
Succulent lips and I made eye contact with those almond shaped eyes
She smiled at me, with a slight invitation in her gaze
That’s when I made my approach.
I wouldn’t spit game at her, no she needed something smoother.
Introducing myself would be easy, but getting to know her is what I wanted
I told her I was Justin and that I wrote poetry
She said she heard those words before but entertain her anyway

So I began
All I want to do is write poems all over your body with my lips
Tangle your legs in word play, as your body dances from the rhythm of my tongue
Watch as you respond to the highs and the lows
When the words flow slowly and suddenly pick up
Let me slowly kiss your mind and make your thoughts squirt everywhere
Then let me know, if you’ve heard it all before.

He finished to the sound of multiple finger snaps, whistles and applause. I was impressed, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was subliminally hinting at me. As he walked off the stage, he headed to the bar. I wasn’t sure if I should stay where I was or meet him over there. I just assumed that he needed a minute to himself. Within ten minutes, he was by my side with a drink for each of us.

We sipped on our drinks and enjoyed the rest of the slam. He didn’t say a word to me, so I just let the rest of the night go on. Some people recited more poetry and there was even a woman who got up and sang. After a few more hours, the place winded down and it was time to go.
He still hadn’t said a word to me so I broke the proverbial ice.

“I didn’t know you had such a way with words. I’m very impressed.”
He looked me in the eye like he was searching for a hint of sarcasm. When he didn’t find it, he exhaled and responded, “Thank you. I thought it was too soon to say something like that.”

“No, but don’t think something like that’s going to happen… unless you really think you can make my thoughts squirt everywhere,” I teased. “You’re a very cunning linguist.”

He snickered until he realized my play on words. His eyes widened with shock and he looked at me with an inquisitive stare.

“What? You thought you were the only one who had a way with words?”

“Sneak Encounters 2” excerpt from Ebony Articles: Volume 1

The adrenaline surging through my body caused me to react in a way I never had before. Like a flash of lightning, I loosened his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. I had waited far too long to savor his goods again. I needed to hold, caress, feel and taste him in the worst way.

I pulled out his manhood and ran my tongue slowly down his shaft, letting him feel the warmth from my mouth and the stainless steel of my tongue ring. I teased the tip of his head, only holding him in my mouth for short periods of time, while lightly blowing on it. I kept a steady pace, responding accordingly to every grunt and every moan he let out. Suddenly his grabbed my head and gave two long, hard thrust before relieving himself in the comforts of my mouth. He was ready to return the favor, and I obliged him.

He led me to my living room, grabbing the blanket off of the couch. As I lit some candles and turned off the lights, he laid the blanket on the floor and waited for me. He then eased me on my back down to the floor. He pushed my legs apart and took his finger, the same finger that caught me off guard the first time, and massaged my womanhood slowly. His finger roamed down into the warmth abyss. A deep sigh of please escaped my lips. Then the electricity of his tongue caused me to screech in a pitch I didn’t know I could achieve.

His lips and tongue touched every part of her. I closed my eyes trying to suppress the loud sounds trying to come out. The more I fought, the more intense he got. My legs shook violently as I moaned and came to the point of climaxing, I accidentally let “Magik” slip through my lips. That gave him life. He dipped his tongue into my center and my body gave way to earthquake like convulsions as I came, trying to push his head away. He wrapped his arms around my legs and locked me in place so I couldn’t run. In between licking and slurping her whispered


“Deadly Games” excerpt from Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men anthology (will be turned into a novelette)

“Good evening Leela,” his deep thick Mediterranean accent filled her foyer. As he reached out his hand to greet her, the heat rushed through Leela like wildfire and the faint smell of Armani Code surrounded him.
She shook his hand and responded, “You must be Aymil.”

He smiled and kissed her hand causing her to blush further. Maybe my co-workers have better taste than I originally believed, she thought to herself.

“Yes, I’ve heard a lot about you. And your beauty far exceeds the expectations our friends set. Do you mind if I drive? Or would you like to take separate cars?”

“I don’t mind riding you. I mean, with you,” she quickly corrected herself. He chuckled at her slip of the tongue.

He stepped outside and waited patiently as she secured her house for the evening out. She was excited about this fine specimen of a man driving her around Royal Oak.

She re-assessed what he was wearing and felt underdressed. When she saw his car, her insecurities struckeven harder. His freshly washed blue Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 made her white Ford Fusion look like a hoopty. He’s out of my league, she said to herself but let out an indicative sigh.

“Is there something wrong?” Aymil asked, sensing her change in demeanor.

“No. Not at all. This is just such a beautiful car,” Leela responded, climbing into the passenger side after Aymil opened her door. He closed it behind her and walked to his side of the car, noticing it was slightly ajar.

“Where I’m from, a woman opens the door for her date while she’s in the car or she’s not a keeper. What if someone tries to attack you and I leave the door closed? I could have helped you by having that door open, even if only for a split second.”

C. Lynette's Bio

"I was born by the river, in a little tent. And just like the river I been running, ever since. It's been a long. A long time coming but I know, a change's gon' come!" That opening line from Sam Cooke describes her life perfectly. C. Lynette was born in Northwest Indiana but raised in Southeast Michigan. She knew she was destined to write from the age of 9 when she was just submitting short stories to her elementary school newspaper.
Upon graduating from high school, C. Lynette turned her attentions to Journalism. She has had 17 articles published in various Michigan newspapers and even in the South Bend Tribune. It took 8 years, but she finally took a leap of faith and decided to write, with some encouragement from her friends and family.

Ebony Articles: Volume 1 was her debut book and was released on April 1, 2015 and was heavily dripped in erotica. The date itself has held significance to her for over 9 years and counting. The follow-up, Ebony Articles: Volume 2, was released on September 7, 2015. She was also given the opportunity to be apart of the Tyranny of Evil: Hearts of Men anthology (suspense, mystery, thriller), in which she wrote the short story Deadly Games.

C. Lynette lives in Indianapolis with her 4-year old son and works for the State of Indiana. She is the quintessential and epitomical definition of a true Aquarius. She has several books coming out including expansion on several short stories that were included in the EA series, a third Ebony Articles, a standalone untitled short, "The Curse" - a psychological urban thriller and "Deadly Games: Revisited"

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