Cinsearae S. – Diary of a Vampire Stripper

Title: Diary of a Vampire Stripper

Author: Cinsearae S.

ISBN: 978-1469959160

Page count: 270

Genre: Paranormal romance/vampires/chick-lit snark/dark humor

Price: 11.00 (print) 8.99 (kindle)


Author Bio:

Dark Paranormal Romance/Horror author Cinsearae S. is the creator of The ABRAXAS Series and BOLEYN, Tudor Vampire, a Top Ten Finisher at the Predators & Editors Readers Poll in 2010. 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 recently won a Golden Horror Award from, and her shop Mistress Rae’s Decadent Designs on Etsy recently won the Fright Times Award for Best Horror Collectible at the National Haunters Convention.

An avid fan of ‘old school’ horror movies and their villains (Freddy, Jason, Michael,

Pinhead…) Halloween is her favorite time of the year. She has always been drawn to the flipside of life — the supernatural, odd, bizarre, Gothic and ‘darkly beautiful’ always being an inspiration to her. Find her on Facebook/YouTube/Twitter @ Cinsearae. You can also reach her through her website: . She welcomes all writers/authors, artists, and lovers of the darker side of life to join her writers’ group on FaceBook (search: Gratista Vampire Clan).


Tell us about your book:

Her best friend is a werewolf. Her boyfriend is a ghoul. And she really, REALLY can’t stand her vampire husband.

Trying to juggle college tuition and rent, young Audra Perez seeks a fast fix to her financial woes by auditioning as a stripper for the Hoochie Coochie Club. What she didn’t expect was to actually be chosen. Barely a few months into her new job, she becomes acquainted with a mysterious, distinguished gentleman by the name of Darren Von Eldon, and they secretly begin dating against club rules. Then one passionate night at his beach house changes Audra’s life forever.

Now as a newly-awakened vampire, this only adds to her day-to-day mundane burdens. Refusing to drain humans, (people are too germy) she hunts birds for nourishment, and finagles a way to avoid going to classes during the day. But bigger problems loom ahead. Radical cops that know about her kind roam the night, seeking to destroy any and all ‘monsters’, and her best friend’s family has a bone to pick with Audra’s. Headless human bodies are turning up on vamp and were turf, each side blaming the other for the murders. It’s up to Audra and her friend Lu to figure out who’s doing the killings before an all-out war happens between their families, their search leading them beneath the city streets to encounter an abomination neither one of them will ever forget.

And the relationship issues? Well, it’s not easy dealing with a boyfriend and a vampire husband, so let’s not even go there…


How long did it take to write the book?

My characters were talking to me constantly in my head, so the first draft took me only about 2 ½ months. I’m working on the second part as we speak.


What inspired you to write the book?

My muse has a tendency to talk to me from time to time, so I can’t really say where the idea for this one came from, except from said muse, *lol*. I find it so much fun to see a ‘movie’ playing out in my head. The more challenging task is trying to write down everything exactly like how I see it in my mind’s eye.


Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

I write whenever my muse tells me to *grin*. I’m not big on writing ‘routines’. The only thing that drives me nuts is when I have to wake up early in the morning because I’m getting snips and pieces of dialogue in my head, and I have to write them down. If I don’t, I’ll forget what was said before I ‘officially’ wake up. I’ve learned a couple of hard lessons there! My only ‘research’ for this particular story involved a fraction of true-life experience, although I won’t say which part of the book it’s in….


What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

I hope they are at least well entertained by the story, as I loved creating it. I have underlying messages about family, friendship, trust and humanity in this book that I hope will be recognized as well.


Where can we go to buy your book? It’s available for Kindle on as well.


Any other links or info you’d like to share?
There’s a trailer for the book here, plus tour dates, reviews and a fun character quiz on the book’s webpage,


Excerpt from book:

I awoke in a cold, hard, metallic, oblong compartment of some sort. It was completely silent — and felt very claustrophobic.

Why was I covered with a sheet?!

I tried sitting up, quickly banging my head on metal. Ow.

Raising my arms to rip the sheet down from my head, I noticed there were only inches between myself and this… box I was in.

W… T… F.

I looked down, unable to see anything but pitch blackness. I could tell I wasn’t in a coffin, but after watching too much C.S.I. in the past, I deduced I was in a hospital morgue.

Good grief.

How I got here was the biggest question on my mind, not to mention how I’d get the heck out of here undetected.

So, if I was on a metal slab, then these things slid outward. Pressing my hands against the sides of my icy, metal cubicle, I pushed myself forward, my feet hitting the square door before popping it open.

Light! And no one tending to the place, thank God — could you imagine me literally scaring the piss out of whoever happened to be down here? I kept guiding myself forward until I was able to sit up, and swung my legs over the slab. I jumped down, realizing I was buck-naked, and wrapped the sheet tight around me. I looked at my left wrist and noticed my ID tag. I guess using toe tags was out of fashion nowadays? I snatched it off, reading the info on it — Name of Deceased: Claudia, last name unknown. Age: 27. Sex: F. Race: H. Weight: 185. Height: 5’7”. Date of Death: 2-18-11. Place Of Death: Commercial Residence. Cause Of Death: unknown. The Funeral Director and Physician spots were left blank, but in the comments section were the words, “Call Joshua” and two phone numbers. I balled it up, about to chuck it in the nearest trashcan, but held onto it. No sense in leaving evidence behind. I looked around. Okay, I was wearing clothes before I wound up here, so where would they keep the possessions of the deceased?

On the opposite side of the room, I spotted what looked like small filing cabinets. Each had a number on them. I put two-and-two together and looked at my case number on the tag, matching it with a cabinet. I snatched my stuff out, which was placed in a clear, drawstring bag.

Okay. Next thing was to get the hell out of this hospital. I thought of putting my clothes back on, then paused. I was one of the ‘dearly departed’, so no need to draw attention to myself by walking out in the outfit I was brought dead in. What I really needed was a hospital gown, but I frowned at the notion of putting on one of those cheap, ass-exposing pieces of material. But hell, it would look way less suspicious than wearing an entire sheet.

Passing by an unlocked medical supply closet –boy, were the Fates in my favor that evening!– I found pair of typical, pale green, sterile-colored scrubs, a surgical mask, and a hair cover. I dressed in the closet, leaving the sheet there, then made my way to an elevator and pushed the ‘ground level’ button.

The doors opened, and I poked my head out. No one around. Good. This would be a piece of cake… as soon as I found the main doors.

I felt like a mouse in a disinfected maze, passing by one orderly and a nurse in my travels. Was that the front desk I saw up ahead?

The woman there didn’t even look at me; she was busy playing some kind of online game on her computer. Wow. Glancing through the windows, I noticed the sun had just set. The hospital seemed pretty low-key at the moment.

“No one sees me… no one sees me…” I kept chanting to myself. The main doors were getting closer as I maintained my not-too-suspicious fast pace.

My hands were on the doors, and then I was free. I’m sure there were cameras around outside, but I kept on walking until I was completely out of sight of the building, then ran like hell to the nearest bus stop. Fortunately, one was just rolling up. As I hopped on, I was glad I was wearing scrubs instead of a gown —it would have caused too many whispers on the bus. I probably wouldn’t have made it out of the hospital in the first place. Besides, folks who worked in those places often wore their scrubs home, anyway. The only thing that looked odd was the clear bag of my possessions. Some folks looked at the bag, then to me, then looked away. I wondered what kind of stories they were assuming in their minds. This was one time I was grateful for their ‘don’t know and don’t care’ attitudes. If there was one thing you could count on was their craven, disassociated nature. There were the elite few who actually gave a damn, don’t get me wrong, but they were rare. For the random, typical person, forget it. (Yay for humans! Can you hear me giving a raspberry right about now?)