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Eliza Green tried her hand at fashion designing, massage, painting, and even ghost hunting, before finding her love of writing. She often wonders if her desire to change the ending of a particular glittery vampire story steered her in that direction (it did). After earning her degree in marketing, Eliza went on to work in everything but marketing, but swears she uses it in everyday life, or so she tells her bank manager.

Born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, she lives there with her sci-fi loving, evil genius best friend. When not working on her next amazing science fiction adventure, you can find her reading, indulging in new food at an amazing restaurant or simply singing along to something with a half decent beat.

Check out Eliza’s complete list of books.

Things you should know about me ...

I love science fiction movies! My favourite is The Matrix.

I studied Fashion Design for a year and designed clothes for the end-of-year show.

I have a weakness for jellies (soft jelly-like candies in the US!)

My first and only dog was a Collie/German Shepherd mix called Kerry. She was named after County Kerry in Ireland. I had her for 11 years. She was so cute and a little bit mischievous.

I went ghost hunting once and both heard and felt a breath on my shoulder when there was nobody there.

I would love to learn the piano.

I have a dry sense of humour and hunt out people with similar wit. (A dog driving a Smart car in Paris? The French are very liberal people.)

I love a cup of tea at 11am. It gets me through the writing day. I cannot stand coffee.

I listen to most music, but I really get a kick out of Philip Glass and his haunting piano solos.

I speak 3 languages—English, French and Irish—but I’m only mildly coherent in one.

I'm a natural brunette but I’ve been dyeing my hair red for years.

I remember faces, but stumble over names. I’ve been caught out a few times. Embarrassing!

I'm colour-sensitive, meaning that if I hate a wall colour at home I won't relax until I've repainted it. Or is that just OCD?

I'm left-handed, but can only use scissors in my right hand.

Thanks for reading xx