Author Interview: Cinsearae S.



Dark Paranormal Romance/Horror author, Cinsearae S., is

the creator of BOLEYN, Tudor Vampire, and Diary of a

Vampire Stripper, both Top 10 Finishers in the Predators &

Editors 2010 and 2012 Readers Polls. A digital artist, jewelry

designer, and still-photographer, she is also Editor/Publisher

of award winning, Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine. She

received the Author’s Site of Excellence Award in 2007 from

Predators & Editors, and is a Cover Artist for Damnation

Books and independent authors. Her website won a Golden

Horror Award from


Shop owner of Mistress Rae’s Decadent Designs on, (Search: MistressRae13) she specializes in

Steampunk, Halloween, Victorian and Gothic-inspired,

jewelry, accessories, creepy dolls, and more. Her store won

the 2012 Fright Times Award for “Best Horror Collectible.”

An avid fan of ‘old school’ horror movies and their villains

(Freddy, Jason, Michael, Pinhead) she is also a big Vincent

Price fan. Halloween is her favorite time of the year, and she

keeps her house decorated year-round. She has always

been drawn to the flipside of life — the supernatural, odd,

bizarre, Gothic and ‘darkly beautiful’ always being an

inspiration to her. She lives with her husband and two rats

terriers, aptly named Hades and Chaos.


Social Media Links:


Face book

You Tube


I’m also on Pintrest, Goodreads and Google+ (@

Cinsearae). And of course, visit my virtual home at !


Links To Purchase Books:

 Create Space

Amazon (see above)


When did you first realize you

wanted to be an Author?

I was reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary in 8th grade and

got really, really, into the story. I felt like I got sucked into that

world, the fact that a patch of tainted soil could bring back

dead if they were buried in it…but they wouldn’t be the

same, they’d be evil. It creeped me out psychologically, and

King became my biggest inspiration to become an author of

my own eerie stories.


What would you say is your

interesting quirk that only

happens when you are writing?

Lots and lots of characters seem to come to me at night…


What was one of the most

surprising things you learned in

writing your books?

Writing takes patience. As much as I want to hurry up and

finish a first draft of any novel, I simply can’t force it. My

muse won’t allow it, lol.


Where did you get ideas for your


I love anything and everything with a creepy, horrific slant;

be it books, movies, art, and of course, Halloween.…all of it

has piqued my interest since I was a kid, so in one way or

another it always influences my own work. For this particular

book however, a smidgen of life experience catapulted into a

whole story *grin*


Out of all the books you have

written which is your favorite and


My Vampire Stripper series seems to be my favorite so far,

probably because it has a darkly comedic side to it. I don’t

like to be serious all the time… *grin*


What do you think makes a good


Lifelike characters, dialogue that captures your attention,

and an engaging plot. If there’s anything a reader can relate

to in the story, that’s also an asset.


Who are some of your favorite


Stephen King was my very first favorite author, as well as

Edgar Allan Poe. But I didn’t read dark stuff all the time… I

loved Judy Blume’s books, too. I also devoured a lot of R.L.

Stine’s and Christopher Pike’s creepy YA novels. And Mary

Janice Davidson’s books were always a lot of fun to read.


If you could pick one actor to

play a character in your book in

the movie version, who would it


I think Seth Rogen would make a good “Paul,” Audra’s big,

lovable, puppy-dog of a human boyfriend. A real sweetheart,

aside from that flatulence problem Paul has, lol.

Seth Rogen


Who are some of the people that

influenced your love of writing?

Vincent Price! I love that man, may he rest in peace. He is

the absolute king of creepiness! I think because of the dark

humor he exudes in some of his movies is why I usually

write in a darkly humorous tone myself. It makes the ‘horror’

aspect more palatable. And of course, Joss Whedon, who

gave us Buffy, Angel, and so many other cool shows/movies!


What kind of TV shows do you

like and do you find that as a

Paranormal Writer that you

gravitate toward True Blood,

Vampire Diaries, Lost Girl and

others that center around

Preternatural or Supernatural


I’m not a fan of the mundane, never have been, and just

naturally gravitated towards the odd, weird and unusual

when I was very little. But wouldn’t life be more interesting if

supernatural creatures lived among us so plainly as they do

in movies/T V? Lol! I loved T he Vampire Diaries books when I

read them in the 90’s, but I enjoy the show much more. And I

can’t forget the Buffy/Angel T V series. I also love

“Supernatural” and “T he Walking Dead”. I’m also looking

forward to the new series, “Dracula”, coming out this fall

starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers and T VD’s spinoff, “T he



How are your Supernaturals

different from the traditional


My vamps can deal with *some* sunlight and can stay up for

a few hours a day if they choose, and my werewolves can

‘control’ how far they want to go when transforming,

although for both monsters it takes some practice. My

werewolf MC only lets herself get ‘slightly fuzzy’, while

keeping her wolf eyes, pointy ears, and teeth, and my

vampire MC is just starting to learn how to stay up a few

hours after sunrise. Although she’s on a liquid diet, she can

eat tiny amounts of food before feeling sick, and she can mix

other liquids with her blood, which helps to conceal what

she’s ‘really’ drinking.


What is your view on the

Paranormal “Craze” that’s going

on, do you feel that it is a fad

that people will look back on and

laugh or a lasting interest that

will birth classics to come?

The paranormal craze will never go away completely.

Supernatural creatures exist in all parts of the world with

their own legends and myths, and will always be an

inspiration for some book or movie. I have noticed that the

‘interest’ in certain creatures come in ‘waves’, though. It

seems there’s more of a zombie-craze going on now with

vamps coming in a strong second.


What other genres do you write?

I’d say horror, but there’s always a little bit of dark humor

somewhere in the novel, lol. Some of my shorter stories are

usually straight horror, though. I also write erotica on



If you had one piece of advice for

an aspiring Author what would it


Network, network, network! It’s VERY important in this age of

social media. It’s getting tougher to get your voice heard in

the sea of authors out there, especially with the boon of

self-publishing becoming more popular. Just focus on

yourself and not worry about others’ monetary success (but

DO pay attention to what they are doing to garner attention

and see if you can implement that in your own tactics.)


What would you like to say to

friends and family of Authors (not

just your own)?

Aren’t you just proud to have such creatively crazy folks in

your life? Lol!


Is there anything else you want

to share with your readers?

I welcome all newbie paranormal/horror writers who are

trying to get published to check out Dark Gothic Resurrected

Magazine to see if you can find a ‘home’ for your short

stories there. and I

also have a supportive writers group on Facebook, and any

are welcome to join. (Search: Gratista Vampire Clan).


An Excerpt from:




I can definitely tell you I’ve had some real jackasses for

boyfriends. In my newfound profession, that situation got a

bit worse. But I’ll digress for now.

I call myself Claudia, after that cute, little kid in the Interview

with the Vampire movie. It’s my stage name, complete with

that same kind of persona for my character — for that’s

exactly what I portray when I’m out on the stage, and

ironically, keeps my secret well hidden. Plus, the guys seem

to love it.

My boss strongly advised against us girls dating the

clientele. Most of us do it anyway, and if our boss catches

on, we either get a warning or fired. I never quite understood

his policy, but thinking from a boss’s point of view, it kinda

made sense. If the relationship ended badly, it meant a loss

of customers, a.k.a. revenue. Loose lips sink ships, and

word of mouth still travels faster than any kind of online

social networking. A bad date or relationship gone wrong

with a stripper from the Hoochie Coochie Club would make

the entire venue look bad.

Are you laughing at the name? I don’t blame you; I share

your sentiments. I hated the name of that place… it sounded

so stupid. I would have loved to have known who made up

that moniker just so I could slap them silly.

I was never big on dating; the young college guys who often

came in the club were pretty stupid and easy to manipulate.

T hey came to have their fantasies fulfilled, nothing more. But

every now and then, there was some moron with an even

bigger fantasy tumbling around in his twisted brain, and

that’s when the troubles would start. Some of the girls

actually believed the guys were truly in love with them –or

vice versa, which would spark a relationship in the first

place. But I’m guessing that once the guys saw that their

stripper girlfriends were actually human, things went

downhill. What, did you think that we’re not supposed to eat,

poop or pee? T hat those dark, lush, extra-long eyelashes,

wild eye colors and hair extensions are actually real? T hat

we pranced around wearing corsets, garters, G-strings and

stilettos 24-7? Hate to burst your bubble, guys. We exist as

your temporary escape only. Key word… temporary. Engrave

that on your brain with a hot poker so you don’t forget,


So, I’m guessing you want to know more about me. I’m your

average Jane, honest. Well, at least I was. T his stripper gig

is just a means to fund my way through college and pay the

rent. I take evening classes now, naturally. I don’t miss the

daylight much, but I wouldn’t be able to stay up to see the

sun even if I tried. T he moment those first rays of light hit

the horizon, I simply drop like a puppet whose strings have

been cut. My only saving grace is when there’s an overcast

or rainy morning, so I look forward to those days.

I didn’t really think I’d fall headfirst into the nighttime lifestyle.

I loved the darkness, but being a creature of one I did not

foresee. I chose the stripper gig out of sheer desperation,

trying out for the hell of it. I didn’t know Jack or Squat about

wrapping my legs around a pole, and the cattle call for ‘new

blood’ was the absolute worst. Just waiting for my turn made

me want to crawl away in embarrassment. Our tryouts

involved dancing in front of an actual crowd, and whoever

got the loudest-sounding claps would be chosen. T here

were seven of us that particular night, including one tranny

who knew exactly what the hell he was doing, too. But, as

this was a club for ‘normies’, the fact that he was on a more

alternative level already exed him out. But no matter where

he went afterwards, I was sure an LBGT venue would

snatch him up in a heartbeat.

At six feet tall with mocha colored skin and sporting a

blonde, bobbed-cut wig, he wore a white bra with matching

panties, garters, stockings and heels. He had a dancer’s

body; wiry and muscular. I watched him work the pole as if

he’d been doing it all his life, and envied him. It amazed me

how anybody could climb up those things and twist and

contort themselves around it as fluidly as a snake, with such

grace and sensuality, not to mention total confidence.

Already, I was feeling inadequate, and prayed someone else

was inept as me.

I performed a few dinky moves, my sexuality having taken a

backseat. I was wearing a two-piece, black, lace negligee

with black heels that I was dying to take off after fifteen

minutes. Why in hell did I try out for this crap? Oh yeah, I

needed the money for school.

Ever see a kid swing themselves around a pole with one

arm until they got themselves dizzy? T hat’s pretty much

what I did, minus the getting dizzy part. I focused more on

doing what I considered sexy moves without the use of a

doing what I considered sexy moves without the use of a

pole. And thank goodness there were two others that

followed my lead. I didn’t feel as bad.

As we waited around for the other girls to finish with their

auditions, I looked around the darkened warehouse-turnedstrip

joint, slash dive bar. Disco lights, mirror balls, multicolored

spotlights, and all the typical club junk was

everywhere. T he only difference was that there were tables

all over the place for the patrons to sit at and watch the

show. T he stage had a catwalk, and the pole itself was at

the end of it. Most of the tables surrounded the catwalk, and

I got the creepy-crawlies knowing that so many eyes were

on me. You can kinda ignore it, or not, depending on how

nervous you actually are. I’m always nervous before I get on

a stage, but once I’m on it, I ignore everything and focus on

what I’m doing. At least the stuff I learned in high-school

drama club was good for something.

I almost gawked at one chick that had a little extra meat on

her bones, shaking her ass at the guys, who whistled and

made lewd calls at her. Her dress was skin tight and

completely sheer, and I wondered where in hell she found

that outfit. When she squatted and spread her legs, the

dress raised itself up over her butt. Not only was she not

wearing underwear, but she hadn’t shaved down there,

either. She’d put Sasquatch to shame with that matted muff.

Hello, ever heard of a razor? Nair? Electrolysis?

Something?! Naturally, the guys whooped and hollered

again. How guys could love a crotch-tarantula was beyond

my comprehension.

Oh dear Lord, remind me again… what the hell am I doing in

here? T hat’s right. School. Need the money for school…

When it was all over, I was among the ones not chosen, of

course. In a way, I was glad, but again, I was screwed out of

fast cash. We all were given twenty-five bucks apiece, so I

surmised it was some sort of stipend for performing that

night. Whatever. It would buy me dinner, probably for two

nights, depending on where I went, so it wasn’t a total loss.

Back in the dressing room, I couldn’t change into my street

clothes fast enough. Feeling like a piece a meat for eight

hours a night I could do without. When I passed by the office

of this hole-in-the-wall, I noticed Little Miss Hairy Cooch

sitting in the office talking to the bossman, along with the

others that were picked by the crowd. Funny, but I knew she

wasn’t one of the ‘official’ chosen. Oh well, not my concern.

She glanced at me as I kept going. As I left out of a side

entrance and headed for the bus stop…

“Hey, wait a sec,” a skinny, middle-aged woman called to me,

trotting up to the stop. “Cal wants to see you.”

I raised my eyebrow. Cal was the proprietor of the HCC. T he

woman, whose name I had forgotten five minutes after she

first mentioned it, was like his second-in-command, or

secretary, or whatever.

“Ohhhkay…” I started, looking unsure.

“C’mon.” She waved me back, so reluctantly, I followed. Did I

really need the money that badly?

Back in the office, I noticed the girls were now gone.

“Here she is,” the woman said to Cal with a half-smile.

He folded his hands on his desk, resting them on top of my

application. I swallowed. “Why’d you run off?” he asked me.

I tightened my grip on my messenger bag. “T he auditions

were over, and I knew I wasn’t picked. No sense in hanging

around, right?” I didn’t need to be bounced out of there by a,

well… bouncer. I noticed that they quickly escorted one girl

out after she started whining and complaining about why

she wasn’t chosen. I didn’t need that to be me as well.

He grinned. “Well, despite not being chosen, I see some

potential in you. You have a nice figure, not too much here.”

He patted his hips and I raised my eyebrow again. T hat

totally contradicted the fact that Little Miss Hairy Cooch was

in this same office not too long ago, but I didn’t pry. Again,

none of my business. “But… don’t gain any more weight,” he

continued. If there was a glass of water on his desk, I might

have thrown it in his face and ran the hell out of there. Damn

society to hell with their ‘everyone-should-be-skinny-as-astick’

warning they constantly shoved down the public’s

throat. Body-image freaks. Didn’t young girls have enough

problems concerning that as it was?!

“You could take pole dancing classes, and be up to

standard in a couple of weeks. What do you say?” Cal gave

me a bit of an oily grin.

I almost laughed out loud. T hey actually had pole dancing

classes? Well, I guess you had to learn somewhere…

My attitude became stoic. “I don’t have the extra money to

pay for–”

“You can take classes right here, taught by one of our

retired dancers. It’s what Maggie does for a living now. If you

take the gig, your classes will be free.”

I paused. My sub-conscious was screaming at me in my

head to just walk out anyway, but my logical (albeit

somewhat desperate) side was thinking that this was

probably some twisted blessing in disguise.

I took a deep breath before nodding. “Alright.”

Cal extended his hand, so I shook it. “Great. We’ll see you

back here on T hursday at noon, and we’ll finish up with the


“Okay,” I mumbled, feeling far away. I had officially stepped

into the Devil’s den.

On the bus ride home, I was seriously conflicted about this

new job. One thing was for sure, I’d never do something ‘just

for the hell of it’ again. I tried to think about the positives.

One, I wouldn’t have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to

rush to some zombified corporate job that would bore the

hell out of me forty hours a week. Two, the pay was

awesome. I’d make three to four times as much here in a

day than I would a week at a corporate job. T hree, I wouldn’t

have to worry about money for school. I tried hard to think of

a fourth, and couldn’t. T hen my mind immediately thought of

the negatives.

Guys would stare at me every night, some of them one can

short of a six-pack. I still wasn’t comfortable with being halfnaked

on a stage, showcased like a ham in a butcher’s

window. T his was a job that had to be done at night, and I’d

get home around two in the morning. Who knew what kinds

of wackos were wandering around during that time? Maybe

I’d have to start carrying a knife with me. Or pepper spray.

Or a gun. I didn’t like guns. Never fired one, never held one.

Also, I’d need some skanky outfits, so that meant having to

shop around in the red light district, which already looked

like skid row as it was. Hmm, I’d be checking out Frederick’s

or Victoria’s Secret online instead. It’d be a hell of a lot safer.

I sighed. I knew the cons would outweigh the pros….



About Elizabeth Delana Rosa

Elizabeth Delana Rosa has always been a writer and reader. When she first learned letter and words in Kindergarten, she wrote about pigs who “groo” wings and became “butterfys.” Elizabeth knew way back then that she would have a love affair with books. They have overtaken her life and have been a constant companions. Now over 20 years later, that love flows over into writing blogs, reviews, poetry and fantasy novels. Her blog recently broke the 3000 followers mark.

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