Tuesday, 23 June 2015



About the Book

Between Two Worlds KindleTitle: Beween Two Worlds
Author: Christy Santo
Genre: Time Travel
Rebecca dreams her present time and lives her past.
It is 2006 and Indiana University graduate student Rebecca Harrison attends a Halloween party. Unknown to her she will have her world turned upside down when she leaves it. An unexpected accident rips her from 2006 Indiana and abandons her in 1983 Fanwood, New Jersey her hometown. She struggles to relive the past and exist as another woman with the same name and birthday as her. Can she find a way to return to her present time or will her past become her future?

Author Bio

Christy Santo was born and raised in Fanwood, New Jersey.  She has lived in Bloomington, IN since 2002 and runs her family’s Internet retail business. Between Two Worlds, is her second book and she is currently working on a third book.


Twitter: @CJSTheWrite

Book Excerpts

Excerpt #1
I am at a Halloween party - my first in years. I wear an early 19th-century style off-white summer dress, a matching hat and high-heeled suede shoes with buttons on the front. The party is inside of a house near Lincoln and Seventh streets in downtown Bloomington. It is so full of costumed IU students that it is terribly hot. Given my dress is meant for summer, I try to tolerate it, but can't. I go looking for my friend to tell her I am going to leave. After several minutes of searching, I start to feel faint and leave without seeing her. As I head down the front stairs of the house, I hear one of the front doors open. I turn to see a young man in jeans and plaid shirts, not a costume, come out. 
I turn back and continue down the stairs when suddenly I am bumped into and my feet lose traction on the stairs. My feet slide back and my body tips backward until my heels are completely off the step. I bend my legs at the knees as I attempt to twist to my right to grab the metal railing, instead my fingertips brush it. I feel a sharp pain in my ribs as they hit the edge of a step. Then the side of my head hits the concrete knocking me out. I do not come to for several moments. When I do, I feel my body sliding down the steps and every part of me being bumped all the way down. I keep blacking out and coming to all the while helpless to stop the fall. The whole thing feels like it is taking forever. I wish I could cry out to the man who caused the fall to stop this, but each hit on the steps keeps me from doing so. Finally it stops and the last thing I hear before I black out for a final time is the man apologizing profusely, and telling me not to worry, an ambulance is on the way.

Excerpt #2
This night I dream just like the night before. Once again, I see myself in a hospital bed.  The traction is present, and so is the swelling, but this time I notice it is down. My mom sits nearby in a chair with Pastor Tommy sitting next to her. I can tell mom is quite upset but her tone of voice is surprisingly controlled as she speaks with the Pastor. 
“I know it was an accident. The young man was preoccupied when he exited the dorm house, but I wish he had chosen to look up to see if he was alone. He knew there was a party on the other side of the house, and people would be coming and going. Knowing this, how could he not have checked? It wouldn't have taken much time - mere seconds to see Rebecca was on the stairs,” my mom says angrily.
“Yes, it wouldn't have taken long, but in hindsight, many of us don't consider looking ahead as we head out the door. This time this act led to an unfortunate accident. Rebecca got lucky he immediately called for help,” says Pastor Tommy in his comforting Georgian drawl.
“At least she is alive, thank goodness.” My mom pauses several moments before saying, "There is so much swelling, and her neck bones - who knows if she will keep the movement in her legs. The surgeon told me the swelling has to go down before he can do surgery. For days it has been waiting and more waiting!” New tears form and drop from her eyes. Seconds later the hospital room fades, and I awake to the alarm clock going off. 

Excerpt #3
The rest of the day is uneventful until I pass through the front door after a long day at work to hear the phone ringing. Immediately I answer the phone in the kitchen while still holding the mail in one hand and my purse still on my shoulder.
"Hello," I say.
"Hi, you sound breathless," says the young man on the phone.
"I heard the phone ringing just as I was walking into the house," I say.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I just called to see if you wanted to have a Halloween themed birthday party this year," says the young man.
As there was no mention of a boyfriend in the diary, I hope it is Stephen on the phone and not some unknown boyfriend.  "Sorry Stephen, I don't want to repeat that for this year," I say.
"Oh then what would you like?" asks Stephen.
I feel relief, and it must have shown because the next thing I hear before I can get another word out is, "Are you alright? I heard you sigh."
"I'm fine," I say.
"Positive, Becca?" Stephen asks.
Does he call his sister Becca? No one calls me that at work. Maybe it is a family thing.  "Yes, I am," I say.
"Okay then, what do you have in mind for your birthday?" asks Stephen.  
"A hamburger pizza at All American Pizza and a brown derby cake from Marge's," I respond.
Stephen is silent longer than I expect. I have fond memories of All American Pizza, and the brown derby cake became a quick favorite of mine. Its hamburger pizza matches its namesake exactly to a T, and I am not exaggerating. A derby cake has yellow cake cut into the shape of a brown derby hat filled with fresh sliced fruit and whipped cream. On the inside, there is light frosting and coconut flakes. I think Stephen must be familiar with both places. I am wrong.
"You hate their pizza and where the heck is Margie's?" asks Stephen.
"I do not hate their pizza anymore, and Margie's is just past Pathmark Supermarket and the Entenmann's shop," I say.
“Oh, I know what you mean; the other side of Terrill Road bridge in Scotch Plains.  And it was only September when I was at All American Pizza with you, and you couldn't believe I dragged you there for lunch!" exclaims Stephen. 
"Well, a lot changed in a short time," I say lamely.
"So you want a low key birthday?" asks Stephen.
"Yes" I tell him.

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