Elizabeth Jeannel dove into the word world at the age of ten and has been writing ever since. She followed her life long dream of becoming an author in 2015 after changing college majors four times. She currently resides in southwest Missouri where all of her stories come to life.
In Crowned is the second book in her paranormal romance series about a young girl who is drawn into the mysterious world of Jaze, a man from another dimension.
Let’s Get To Know Elizabeth Jeannel
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: Fallen by Lauren Kate changed my way of thinking when it comes to writing. Evermore by Alyson Noel helped shape the way I depict my characters. Beastly by Alex Flinn taught me to challenge the way that I write. I lived for all things Harry Potter. And lastly, Z for Zachariah taught me that even the characters I think I know can surprise me.
Q: If you could go back in time before you published your first book, what advice would you give yourself about publishing?
A: Don’t waste so much time querying agents and finding publishers. Just go for the self-publishing because its so worth it.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Bellatrix Lestrange.
Q: Pick a super-power and tell us what you’d do with it.
A: I would love to fly or be invisible. If I could fly, I would visit all the places I’ve always wanted to go without having to pay for the transportation. And if I could be invisible, I’d definitely sneak into a ton of concerts.
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: My favorite thing is having the chance to help other aspiring authors reach their dreams, even if all I do is tell them to not give up. My least favorite part is the solitude. I spend so much time alone anymore that I feel like there are days it causes a void in my relationships.
About Crowned by Elizabeth Jeannel
Just as Alex is finding her place with Ealythia and learning more about herself with the help of Jaze, the Council sends him away to Santara on a dangerous mission. As Alex struggles to find a way to train without notifying the Council, she learns more about her past, and her strange connection with Jaze. Meanwhile, Jaze is in grave danger, the king’s death threat still looming over his head. Desperate to keep Alex safe behind the veil of Ealythia, Jaze begins blocking his thoughts from Alex’s mind, creating a void between them that threatens their relationship. With the king’s men running rampant throughout the cities of the world Alex once called home, and the Council’s actions becoming more and more suspicious, both Jaze and Alex are forced to make hard and fast decisions to save those they love most. Will Jaze return from Santara? And if he does, what if Alex isn’t the same girl she was when he left?
The laces on my dress were much too tight. Lucy, my dressing maid, had just finished lacing the corset and was now fetching a pair of heels that I had spent the last week trying desperately to break in; no such luck there. Even in all my years of dance I had never once had to wear heels. I had thought this celebration would be a simple night. I was wrong; probably more wrong than I had ever been. This past month had been the most complicated month of my life.
I turned to look at myself in the mirror to my left. I looked like a princess, alright. A ditzy, rich, snobby, good for nothing but tea parties and gossip, princess. My hair was on the top of my head in thousands of curls, a billion hair pins holding the mass in place. It had taken my hairdresser over an hour to finish, and I knew the moment she had that my neck would be hurting within the hour; I was right.
My dress, as tight as it was, almost made it look like I had a chest. I wondered how much padding they had put in to pull that off. The dress was satin, pastel pink and gold, and had been layered with so much tulle that it was wider at the bottom than I was tall. My face had barely been touched, but the subtle makeup brought out the color in my eyes. It was probably the only simple thing about me that day.
My attention was drawn to Lucy, who had returned with my shoes. She knelt down, and I struggled to grab the thousands of layers of my dress to find my feet. Try as I might, I could not see them. She slipped the shoes onto my feet cinderella style. I wobbled as I stepped into each shoe and struggled to stand correctly. She offered her arm to steady me, which only made me feel more embarrassed.
Great. I thought. I can’t breathe or walk.
I knew better than to try to sit in the dress. There was a chance the dress would rip, or that I would be unable to manage a standing position again. Both possibilities were equally likely. The heels were already making my toes ache, and I suddenly had the urge to pee. I did not mention this to Lucy, however. I had learned it was better not to complain about such things. Complaining wasn’t lady like, and complaining did me little good regardless. This was a part of being royalty, and I would just have to get used to it.
Next to me, I could feel Lucy growing antsy. She was more excited about the night than I was, even when my dress was still being designed. In all honesty, she had put more thought into it than I had. The entire day she had been going on about how amazing the party would be and how many guests would attend. I found myself wishing she could take my place, but even I knew that was an absurd thought. I just hoped she would be allowed to enjoy the night. I would not need her by my side at every waking moment.
I heard a knock at the door, which Lucy answered for me. Zane poked in his clean-shaven smiling face. My father was supposed to be the one who presented me, but that was impossible for obvious reasons, so Zane had agreed to take his place. He was the only one who felt at least somewhat like a father to me. He stepped into the room then, looking quite sharp in his suit. I wondered if Jaze would be wearing something similar. Probably so, and he would probably not be happy about it.
“Are we ready?” He asked with a nervous smile.
My favorite quote from Crowned is:
“Fear can sometimes be a more powerful thing than power itself.”