Chandler was born in Texas. When he was very young he was abducted by Gypsies disguised as space aliens and held for ransom. Chandler's father refused to pay, feeling the experience might be good for the boy, but Chandler managed to escape and return to the bosom of his family. Other than that one unfortunate episode Chandler's childhood was fairly run of the mill if you exclude the peanut butter and plastic explosive incident, and the small problem of the Marilyn Monroe wardrobe (all the dresses were returned to the estate dry cleaned).

After high school graduation Chandler officially accepted the Hippie faith and worshiped Timothy Leary and numerous toilets during the early seventies. He gradually reverted to Republicanism however in time to channel his loyalty to Ronald Reagan and Sally Fields. Then he had another epiphany and became a devoted Clintonite. Chandler has a long record of doing things like that. It's something to do with the Irish in him and the Gypsies.

Chandler began writing in the early nineties and managed to win heartfelt rejections from professional agents and editors the length and breadth of the United States and Canada. Then along came Cold Heart. One morning Chandler opened the front door and there, wrapped in a Gypsy blanket (smelling of bluebonnets and something that might have been illegal), lay the finished manuscript. Of course it was handwritten in Rumanian (in something that looked like blood but Chandler knew better. The damned Gypsies were such kidders). So Chandler translated the work, formatted it double spaced with one inch margins, and submitted it. What the hell, the Gypsies owed him and they knew it.

Voila! Chandler's first published novel and a two book deal besides! Chandler worked his meager butt off through the grueling editorial process and then it came time to write book 2.

Biography provided by the author, March 2002.