Maureen Child:
USA Today best selling author Maureen Child is the author of more than ninety romance novels and novellas. Maureen is a five time nominee for the prestigious Rita award from Romance Writers of America.   

One of her novels, A POCKETFUL OF PARADISE, was made into a CBS-TV movie called The Soul Collector, starring Melissa Gilbert, Bruce Greenwood and Ossie Davis. 

Maureen was not only on the Texas set to watch her characters come to life in front of the cameras, she was also tossed into the last scene by her husband and the producer, who both thought this would be a fun way to humiliate an author!

When her kids were small, Maureen started writing as not only a way to stay sane, but in the hopes of finding a job she could do and stay at home with them. Sanity is still an issue, but she did manage to write her way into a career she wouldn’t trade for anything.

Over the years, she’s written under lots of different names and she prefers the term ‘pseudonym’ to ‘alias’.  As Ann Carberry, she wrote western historical romances. As Kathleen Kane, she wrote not only Americana romances, but western paranormal romances as well. As Sarah Hart, she wrote one really spectacular western paranormal that is still one of her favorites.  And once, Ann Carberry even wrote a Victorian historical which she absolutely loved doing.

Under her own name, Maureen writes short contemporary novels for Silhouette Desire—books she loves to write because of their fast pace and condensed story telling. Maureen is also writing funny, contemporary paranormal romances for NAL and darker paranormal stories for Silhouette Nocturne.

Life is busy but when she isn’t writing you can find Maureen sitting under her ‘thinking tree’, coming up with new ideas for even more stories. When she isn’t dreaming up a new book or writing a current one, Maureen loves to travel. Her favorite vacation spot is Ireland, with Scotland coming in a very close second.  She and her husband love a good road trip and Maureen’s looking forward to the day when she can actually drive to Ireland. Talk about the best of both worlds!

Maureen lives with her family in Southern California and loves to hear from her readers. www.maureenchild.com

Rhonda Pollero:
The pertinent stuff is all in my ‘official bio’ but it doesn’t quite capture reality.  USA Today bestselling author is great, but those near and dear to me would probably tell you that Supreme Geek is a better moniker.  I’m a total dork at heart, quite content to read technical manuals and watch foreign films. 

I’ve always been a dork.  My dorkdom began early on and I’ll take the easy route and blame it on my father.  He loved language and enjoyed pop quizzes at the dinner table on obscure words and phraseology.  The result of that turned me into the fountain of useless information that I am.  I learn and store stuff that would – arguably - only be relevant during a taping of Final Jeopardy. www.rhondapollero.com

Jason Kosmas and Dusan Zaric/Employees Only:
The atmosphere at Employees Only was created to evoke the frivolous spirit of the 1920's and 30's. During Prohibition, patrons of speakeasies raised their glasses in defiance of the ban on alcohol. While there are many criminal aspects during this period that are not glorified, America has romanticized the roaring 20's as one of our first cultural revolutions. It was behind these closed doors that men and women first enjoyed the pleasures of drinking and socializing together. The mischievous attitude of Prohibition created legendary figures both real and fictional...

Adam Schuitema:
Adam Schuitema is the author of the short-story collection Freshwater Boys, published by Delphinium Books and distributed by HarperCollins. His stories have appeared in numerous magazines, including Glimmer Train, North American Review, TriQuarterly, Black Warrior Review, and Crazyhorse. Adam earned his MFA and Ph.D. from Western Michigan University. He is an assistant professor of English at Kendall College of Art and Design in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where he lives with his wife and daughter. http://adamschuitema.com

Ayad Akhtar:
Ayad Akhtar:
American-born, first generation Pakistani-American from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Graduated from Brown University with a degree in Theater. On graduating, Ayad moved to Tuscany, Italy, where he spent a year working with world-renowned acting theorist and pioneer, Jerzy Grotowski (Towards a Poor Theater).

Resident of New York City since 1999, Ayad has been active in the New York and Vienna (Austria) theater communities, teaching acting on his own and alongside Andre Gregory (My Dinner With Andre, Vanya on 42nd St). He is also an alumnus of the Graduate Film Program at Columbia University, where he graduated with a degree in directing. Akhtar's work at Columbia earned him the New York Documentary Center's Young Documentary Filmmakers' Award, an IFP Audience Choice Award, and Programming Committee's Award for Best Film at the 2003 Columbia University Film Festival.

He is the author of numerous screenplays, including Child Soldier, currently being made into a movie by Zentropa, Lars Von Trier’s production company. Ayad was star and co-writer of The War Within, which premiered at the 2005 Toronto Film Festival, nominated for an Independent Spirit Award for (Best Screenplay), and an International Press Academy Satellite Award (Best Picture - Drama), and released internationally. He is currently writing a screenplay for Mark Burnett at Sony, and adapting Blue Eyed Devil, Michael Muhammad Knight's seminal book on the Nation of Islam.

This summer, his stage play, Disgraced, was invited to be a part of the LAByrinth Theater Intensive and New Writers/New Plays at the Vineyard Arts Project. Will Frears (Actor’s Theater/Louisville, Steppenwolf) is attached to direct.

American Dervish is his first novel.

Colin Campbell:
I am a Yorkshireman, born and bred. February 1955. From a working class family in a one-up one-down, back-to-back terrace house in Leeds. No electric until my parents had it installed, and even then only one ceiling mounted light fitting in each room. Any appliances had to be plugged into the light socket so if they wanted to listen to the radio they had to do it in the dark. No television, that came later. But I never wanted for anything and never felt badly done by. Once I was born they moved to a council house with full facilities. Even and indoor toilet. And pretty soon, a black and white TV. Maybe that's why I acquired my love of books.

My schooldays were largely uneventful. Aside from the occasional playground fight, running away from home, and almost derailing a train while playing on the embankment. Early years were spent at Iveson House Infants School where my class teacher, Mr Cox, was the first to make me feel special. He was one of those rare people who could make everyone feel like they were his favourite pupil. From there it was Moor Grange County Secondary School (now sadly replaced by an industrial estate) and the first signs that I might have a creative side. My English (and Religious Instruction) teacher, Mr Radler, encouraged my writing and even let me finish short stories in his RI lessons. A sin in some circles I'm sure. And then there was Brian Gaunt, my art teacher. A strict disciplinarian he nevertheless noticed that I had an eye for composition and helped me to develop it as far as possible within the school programme. At the time I had ambitions to be a poster artist for my other love, the cinema. I never considered writing as a career. Surely kids from the council estate didn't write books. That was for posh people.

Having to work for a living soon put paid to any arty-farty ideas. Starting as an apprentice electrical engineer at RF Winders Ltd of Stanningley, a job I was clearly not suited to since most of the transformers I made blew up. Then came the biggest contribution to my coming of age. Three years in the British Army serving with the Royal Army Ordnance Corps (now also sadly defunct.) Before you think I was some kind of trained killer I'd better explain that I was the company clerk. Deadly with a typewriter. Basic knowledge of firearms and hand-to-hand combat. Although being hit on the head with an Olivetti would probably do the trick.

After leaving the army I worked a summer season at Pontin's holiday camp in Barry Island, South Wales. Did a short spell as a storeman at Dransfield Novelty Company. And a period as manager of the camera department at Woolworth's. I was also the entire staff of the camera department so all I had to do was manage myself and sell cameras. Something else I wasn't suited to since I kept sending customers to a far better camera shop down the road.

Finally, in 1976, I joined the West Yorkshire Metropolitan Police, (now simply West Yorkshire Police since the Metropolitan is also now sadly defunct. Are you detecting a pattern here?) This was to be my career for the next 30 years.

The long hot summer of '76. The start of my 2 years probationary period as a police constable (pretty much as fictionalised in Ballad of the One Legged Man.) I was posted to Ireland Wood Police Station, a small one-cell cop shop, (also defunct; that pattern again,) with a separate building for the canteen and CID. Walking the beat and learning my craft was a very rewarding job and one I am proud to have been part of for 30 years. The team spirit and camaraderie is second to none, and equal to that found in the armed forces and all emergency services. It served me well throughout the various incarnations of my life as a policeman.

Uniform patrol for the early days was followed by several years as a gaoler at Leeds Bridewell under the town hall. Now there was a period that required a sense of humour to help you through the day/night since there wasn't much happiness on display from the inmates or the officers bringing them in. Dangerous days too. I never met so many people who wanted to punch/kick/spit at me during any other part of my service. Less popular than at most of my book signings.

Then there was my purple patch. Almost 15 years as a Scenes Of Crime Officer at Leeds, and then Bradford. Examining crime scenes as varied as burglaries to rapes to murders. Add in fatal road accidents, assaults, and suicides. And finish up with photographing post mortems. Not much to laugh about there but if you didn't keep your sense of humour you were lost. And a packet of Polo mints in your pocket for the smelly ones.

Civilianisation flopped me out of SOCO and back into uniform after 22 years. A shock to the system (pretty much as fictionalised in Through the Ruins of Midnight) that was difficult to swallow but which rekindled my enthusiasm for the job I signed up for. Pounding the beat. Not on foot so much now, times had changed, but rushing from pillar to post with the blue lights and sirens of modern day policing. One night shift, the busiest Boxing Day of my life, at a women's refuge, I had to single-handedly disarm a man with a very big knife who was threatening to kill any policemen that came around. I received my one and only commendation for that.

A few years of uniform patrol and I moved back into plain clothes as Crime Manager on Team 2 at Toller Lane Police Station (sadly defunct even before I moved there and rebuilt as Lawcroft House PS. The pattern gets stronger.) Here I was to enjoy my final 4 years with the only long-term partner I'd ever worked with. Pat, your name is safe with me. We became a double act that will no doubt inspire future novels (and did inspire my retirement short story, Lightbulb Man and the Burger King) as we dealt with robberies and rapes and the ever-present burglaries. Interviewing suspects was our speciality and being initial response to firearms incidents the bane of our lives. Covert drive pasts would only be covert if every scumbag in Bradford didn't know we were coppers, which they did. Fortunately nobody shot at us.

30 years later. February 2006. Cutting the ties that had bound me to the brotherhood of blue. A sad moment but one that opened the door to my new career. Full time crime writer. And allowed more time for my other pastime, international tennis player.

Some personal stuff before I carry on. I am married, divorced (defunct?), and married again, with a grown up daughter from my first marriage. I now live happily ever after in Otley, a market town just north of Leeds. Still in Yorkshire. Now, back to the programme.

Writing and tennis have been two of my passions over the years. I have represented West Yorkshire Police at regional and national levels, and competed in the World Police/Fire Games in Calgary, Stockholm, Barcelona, Indianapolis, Quebec and Adelaide. Gold medallist in Quebec and Adelaide.

The writing crept back into my life following a James Bond short story competition in the middle of my police years. Short stories for practice led to novels for fame and fortune. Neither fame nor fortune has come my way yet but I am getting better. Horror novels gave way to crime fiction, peppered here and there with occasional children's books, and I am now proud to count Lee Child, Reginald Hill, and Robert Swindells among my supporters. The door to my police life may have closed, but the one leading to my writing career is well and truly open. Long may it last. http://www.campbellfiction.com/