01Out now
Queer romantic suspense
Two men carrying dangerous histories find each other just as the past decides it is finished waiting.
A story of survival, reluctant trust, chosen family, and love with its teeth still in.
Queer fiction with a pulse
Beautiful people.
Terrible situations.
Tal writes speculative and suspenseful stories about identity, survival, and the strange grace of being known.
Explore↓Stories for anyone who ever had to become themselves the hard way.
NO PERFECT HEROES
✦NO EASY ESCAPES
✦NO APOLOGIES
The work
Novels in the wild,
even before they’re finished.
02Out now
Queer romantic comedy
One fake boyfriend, one very public wedding, and absolutely no chance either man catches feelings. Allegedly.
A sharp, tender fake-dating romance about borrowed confidence, inconvenient chemistry, and learning to believe you might be somebody’s first choice.
03Coming soon
Enemies-to-lovers MM romance
Graham has a plan for everything. Caleb barely has a plan for breakfast. And after years of mutual irritation, they’re perfectly happy keeping their distance.
Then a flooded wedding venue sends them on a three-day road trip to save Graham’s brother’s wedding.
Between missing flowers, questionable motels, and several hundred miles of getting on each other’s last nerve, Graham starts to discover that Caleb might not be the irresponsible disaster he’s always assumed. The attraction, unfortunately, is much harder to explain.
An enemies-to-lovers MM romance about wedding disasters, forced proximity, and what happens when hate develops really inconvenient chemistry.
Meet the author
I write the bruise
and the hand that heals it.
I’m Tal—an Ohio writer drawn to complicated men, impossible choices, queer tenderness, and systems begging to be dismantled.
My stories live where science fiction, suspense, romance, and found family collide. Expect sharp edges. Expect heart. Maybe keep a shoe nearby, just in case.
Dispatches from the desk
New chapters.
Book news.
Occasional chaos.
The blog is open: notes on the books, the songs, the work, and whatever escaped containment this week.
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