Kat Tyler writes messy little stories about big feelings.

Expect tangled friendships, unspoken heartbreak, and the kind of quiet dread that follows you home. Her books dive into grief, trauma, obsession, and those strange moments that crack people open—like realizing your best friend might be your worst influence, or that something in the woods is definitely watching.

Her writing walks the line between tender and wrecked, usually with a drink in one hand and a bandage in the other. Whether it’s a girl unraveling after everything she’s held in, a trio self-destructing under NYC streetlights, or a haunted town trying to outpace its own sorrow—she tells stories where memory lies, love hurts, and healing gets a little weird.

She lives in Brooklyn with her dog and writes way too late at night, usually when she should be sleeping or texting someone back.