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 Horrorfind.com.
Shop owner of Mistress Rae’s Decadent Designs on
Etsy.com, (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:
I’m also on Pintrest, Goodreads and Google+ (@
Cinsearae). And of course, visit my virtual home at
Links To Purchase Books:
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.
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
also have a supportive writers group on Facebook, and any
are welcome to join. (Search: Gratista Vampire Clan).
An Excerpt from:
OPENING CHAPTER EXCERPT FROM DIARY OF A
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
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
“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
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….