Connie Divers Bradley, (a.k.a. Cynique) is a retired postal employee who still resides in the suburb of Chicago where she was born and grew up. She attended the University of Illinois for 2 years before marrying and settling down to raise a family. Her first introduction to the journalistic world occurred during the 1970s when she enjoyed her 15 minutes of fame as a provocative columnist, writing about the “black experience” for the CHICAGO TODAY newspaper.
In addition, she is a long-time contributor to the AALBC discussion boards, often taking on the devil's advocate role. Being opinionated and controversial is what she attributes her longevity to, and is also why she has adopted “Cynique” as her pen name. In 2011, the Culture, Race & Economy Discussion Forum was renamed “Cynique's Corner” in her honor.
She has self-published 3 well-received books, and currently enjoys her leisure years reading, surfing the net, playing Bridge and getting in touch with her spirituality.
Only One: An Urban Tale of Romance
Published: December 13, 2014
Weight: 0.58 lbs.
Dimensions: 5.83" wide x 8.26" tall
“The Only One is a novel about an interracial love triangle that
will put the advice of self-appointed relationship guru,
Steve Harvey, to shame.This is not your
grandfather’s staid book. It’s your grandmother’s hot novel, a delicious
slice of black life, serving up conflicted characters with appetites for
lust, and cravings for romance, not to mention a serial killer looking for
love in all the wrong places. Check it out!” —Connie Divers
Celeste Evans is clever, attractive and single. She is also burnt out. But when superfine Troy Briggs shows up in her life, her romantic hopes are re-ignited despite his showing a preference for Debbie Marlowe, their blond, blue-eyed co-worker. Not to be outdone, once this plucky “Sistergirl” decides to compete with a perky “Barbie doll” for the affections of a “color-blind brotha”, things get interesting. Also stalking the scene is a vicious serial killer who has his own way of dealing with the rocky road to love, and Celeste Evans is just his type! Full of plot twists, humor, and suspense, “The Only One” is an urban contemporary slice of life, a compelling novel that explores the complicated relationships that define black love.
A Note From the Author on the Genesis of The Only One
Any book begins with inspiration, and the ongoing triangle that puts black
women in competition with white ones for the affections of black men was
mine. It’s a topic I’ve never read a book about so I became motivated to
write The Only One, a novel based on this scenario. I wasn’t sure where
this subject would lead me but, equipped with my personal observations and
input from my children and their friends, I sat down at my computer, placed
my fingers on its keyboard, accessed its word processor and got on the same
wave length with my Muse.
The first step was to conjure up a cast of characters to star in this little melodrama, and this involved crafting the roles they would play in the plot. Once that was done, I visualized how they’d look and tried out names on them until they answered to what I called them. As soon as I started putting words in their mouths, these people came to life, steering me to where they needed to go.
Settling on a “sista” as my protagonist was what determined the book’s setting. A big city environment pulsating with the uniqueness of the black experience was what made Chicago the perfect choice.
Then, I got into the flow and let the words have their say. Realizing the value of taking a break, from time to time I would do so, then return to the manuscript with a new set of eyes. This was how I eventually recognized the need for a sub-plot that would add an element of suspense and keep things interesting. Filling this void called for a villain and he emerged from the shadows of my imagination, groping his groin.
With this addition, more inspiration kicked in showing me the technique for creating a mystery by inserting misleading clues to stump the reader.
Finally as one chapter led into another, the story ran its course. All the scattered parts came together completing the puzzle that had been waiting to be assembled by the creative process that turns writers into authors, and an idea into a book. At this point, my characters met their fate and faded to black.
Months later, I held the latest version of The Only One in my hands. It was fresh off the press and it was if it vibrated with life!
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