About Brendan

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 am happy to announce that book two in my Project NEMESIS series has been released! You can now read NEMESIS and GENESIS, released March 6, 2018. Get all caught up with Min, Noah, Tack and the rest of the Fire Lake Sophomore Class. 

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.