THE FIRST BOOK IN THE BIRTHDAY TRILOGY! 17-year-old Cameron Martin has a huge problem: he's aging a whole year of his life with each passing day! High school is hard enough; imagine rapidly aging from seventeen to seventy in a matter of weeks, with no logical explanation, and with prom, graduation, and the state championship basketball game on the horizon. That's what happens to Cameron, a popular pretty boy who's never had to face a day looking anything but perfect. All Cameron wants to do is go back to normal, but no one, not even the best doctors, can diagnose his condition. But when he finds love with a mysterious young woman, he realizes his only hope for survival might be with the one person who started his condition in the first place. A NOVEL BY BRIAN ROWE COPYRIGHT (C) 2011 by Brian Rowe This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is entire coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

THE FINAL NOVEL IN THE GRISLY HIGH TRILOGY! Brin Skar thought she defeated the vampires, and she thought she escaped the zombies, but as it turns out... the horrors have only just begun. When Brin learns that Droz has kidnapped Paul, as well as her own mother, she decides her only choice is to return to Bodie Ghost Town. Joined by Ash, Anaya, Mr. Barker, and others, she sets out to destroy the evil clan leader... in the grisliest showdown of all. Here it is... the epic final chapter of the Grisly High trilogy! A NOVEL BY BRIAN ROWE COPYRIGHT (C) 2012 by Brian Rowe This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.