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Same Place, Same StarsKatey Taylor
Genre: Psychological Mystery/Drama, Coming-of-Age, Adult Fiction Publisher: Katey TaylorDate of Publication: 5/13/25ISBN: 9781732750456ASIN: B0DYK959FJNumber of pages: 317Word Count: 93,000
Book Description:
Twenty-one-year-old Natalia battles a rare parasomnia sleep disorder that propels her to act violently, experience night terrors, and put herself in dangerous situations—all while she’s unconscious.
After waking up covered in unexplained bruises, she lands herself back in a mental facility. Making friends has never been easy, but at Awana, she quickly bonds with her fun-loving roommate Lindsay and falls for Gabriel, a handsome yet severely depressed resident she secretly meets at night.
As Natalia wrestles with the harsh side effects of her medication, her reality unravels, exposing disturbing truths about those she trusts most. Though romantic relationships are strictly forbidden at Awana, Gabriel becomes her lifeline amidst the chaos. To be with him, Natalia must risk everything—including her sanity, and she learns some choices carry devastating consequences.
Filled with shocking twists, Same Place, Same Stars, is a psychological drama that unpacks the many layers of what happens when dark secrets refuse to be ignored.
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGIl0E7DhC4
Excerpt:CHAPTER 1
No sharp objects. Pack light.
My instinct is to run, but I don’t know how far mysore limbs will carry me.
Apathy is my last line of defense.
I reach for a baggy sweatshirt and leggings. This hasbecome my uniform when I go away, not for any fashion statement but itsfunctionality—it can be easily taken off before my body is searched by anurse’s gloved hands. The pressure from the fabric causes me to hiss in pain. Icarefully step each leg in to cover the tender scrapes and deep purple bruisesalong my pale white shins and thighs. The bruises are a reminder that I’vemessed up again.
I drag my worn leather suitcase that’s on its last legaway from our cottage and into the trunk of Olga’s station wagon. She doesn’tsay a word as we head out of our driveway and onto the tree-dense highway. Thebranches are grayer than normal, though it could be my mood filtering the worldin a cloud of indifference.
Olga rolls every window down even though it’s a briskfifty-two degrees. Long drives make her sweat. I think she would never leaveour small town if it were up to her, but I remain her forcing agent.
My eyes wander from the pastures filled with cows andhorses to Olga and her wild blowing hair that is unusually more silver thanblack for someone in their thirties.
“So, what’s this ward like?” I ask, trying to breakthe tense silence.
“Don’t call it that. That’s not what it’s called. Thisis a treatment center.”
She turns up her classical piano playlist, the one sheplays to calm her nerves, then hands me a folded piece of stock paper filledwith smiling faces of young adults—those who, like me, are not teenagersanymore but not quite what I would consider adults either. Much like our mentalstate, we’re something in between.
The brochure states this center isn’t governmentfunded. By the looks of it, it seems far out of the budget of Olga’s balletstudio salary and my unemployed status, but it claims as part of theirphilosophy that they take on special cases free of charge. Just my luck, theyhappened to have room for a last-minute drop-in.
After the stunt I pulled last night, I’m sure Olgawould be willing to pay any price.
About the Author:Katey Taylor is a San Francisco Bay Area-based author and published poet, with work featured in online magazines such as DarkWinter Lit, SWAAY, and Fauxmoir. She’s recognized for her ability to address complex topics with sensitivity and depth.
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