About Brendan

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Born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina, I attended the public school system as a proud Myers Park Eagle, Carmel Cougar and South Meck Sabre. I had many great teachers along the way, to whom I owe eternal thanks.

Then I packed up and headed to Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, NC. When they finally handed me a degree — a B.A. in History, the most practical of all undergraduate studies — I moved to DC, and three fun years later, enrolled at The George Washington University School of Law in Foggy Bottom. Upon graduating from law school, I felt the siren call of home and returned to Charlotte, dragging my Boston-bred fiancé along with me.

After three long years working as a litigation attorney, I abandoned the trade to co-write the Virals series (Virals, Seizure, Code, Exposure, Terminal, and Trace Evidence). This is not a decision I regret. I continue to live in Charlotte with my beautiful wife, mischievous son, and beautiful daughter. We also have a playful pit bull mix named Soldier, and two ferocious cats, Fenway and Wrigley. It’s a full house. No complaints. We’ve completed the fifth and final book in the Virals series, Terminal. I really hope you like it. A Virals short story collection, Trace Evidence, released on February 2, 2016, with a brand new story, SPIKE, set after the events of Terminal. Answers await!

And I’m happy to announce a new two-book deal with my friends at Putnam for my solo YA series, NEMESIS. Look for it in Spring 2017! Very. Excited. Check out my blog for a teaser of the story.

I’m also on the Executive Board of both the YALLFEST and YALLWEST young adult literary festivals. These are a good time. Please join us in either sunny Charleston in November or even sunnier Santa Monica in April.

I plan to keep on writing novels until they drag me kicking and screaming from my desk. Welcome, friend.

Me and the person I love most. Plus my wife Emily got in there.

Soldier knows how to relax. Even on the couch, where he’s not supposed to be.