Elizabeth Reeve lives in the Sonoran Desert with her husband, a pair of standard-issue writers’ cats, an extremely belligerent parakeet, and a backyard full of wild-growing nightshade. She is often startled awake at midnight by the haunting calls of coyotes chasing their prey through the wash near her house, or by the college students next door throwing a party.
When she’s not writing, Elizabeth enjoys reading, video games, knitting and tricking her friends into watching her favorite television shows with her.