Come Back to Me Author: Melissa Foster ASIN:B005V2MWM6
Melissa Foster, Foster, Foster, Foster!
(The crowd roars and is impressed with the echo effect)
Yes, it’s true! She’s written yet another fantastic book that will soon be flying off the shelves!
Synopsis of the book first and then the uber professional interview below!
Tess Johnson has it all: Her handsome photographer husband Beau, a thriving business, and a newly discovered pregnancy. When Beau accepts an overseas photography assignment, Tess decides to wait to reveal her secret—only she’s never given the chance. Beau’s helicopter crashes in the desert.
Tess struggles with the news of Beau’s death and tries to put her life back together. Alone and dealing with a pregnancy that only reminds her of what she has lost, Tess is adrift in a world of failed plans and fallen expectations. When a new client appears offering more than just a new project, Tess must confront the circumstances of her life head on.
Meanwhile, two Iraqi women who are fleeing honor killings find Beau barely alive in the middle of the desert, his body ravaged by the crash. Suha, a doctor, and Samira, a widow and mother of three young children, nurse him back to health in a makeshift tent. Beau bonds with the women and children, and together, with the help of an underground organization, they continue their dangerous escape.
What happens next is a test of loyalties, strength, and love.
Welcome to The Zen Corner!
Glad to have you and apologies in advance since it gets kind of strange around these parts. You’re brave and we admire you for showing up!
(Chases a cat off the chair and dusts off a spot)
Mind the cat fur. There’s a complimentary lint roller when you leave. Promise.
Your book Come Back to Me was a real tear jerker so let’s keep this upbeat! Besides, I’ve ran out of tissues, you…you good author you. 
- Favorite dish to eat:
Main dish? Fresh lobster, but when I’m not spending someone else’s money, probably a grilled chicken caesar salad. I was a vegetarian for over ten years, and in May I became a carnivore. It’s been an interesting transition. Oh, by the way, if I can choose a dish that isn’t the main dish, then my favorite would be a warm brownie with mint chocolate chip ice cream, rainbow jimmies, and whipped cream.
Welcome to the carnivorous side of the table! (Rips meat off a bone in caveman-style and wipes chin) Your dessert choice RULES! Wait a sec, gotta go on a sugar run.
….
Okay back!
- Really favorite dish to eat regardless of calories in a can’t-gain-weight or get-diabetes world:
Love this. Sweet and sour spare ribs that my mother used to make, followed by my grandmother’s noodle pudding (it’s not really pudding), and a side of Challah bread.
Nom, nom, nom. Nothing like homemade cooking! I’ve actually made Challah. LOVE it. Best braided bread on the planet. Thumbs up!
- Secret quirk:
It’s hardly a secret, but I talk to myself all the time when I’m writing, and I never sleep. I have so many secret quirks. I talk to myself when I write. I act out scenes until I’m laughing, crying, punching, etc., before I write them. I cannot hide candy from myself (I think there’s a spring on my butt–I get up every 2 mins until the bag is empty!). Oh, and something my kids hate about me–if we have left over ice cream cake, I sneak downstairs and eat the ENTIRE thing while everyone’s sleeping. Yup, even if half of the cake is left, and usually from the crunchy inside out.
(Nods head) Thou art wise oh great one. Ice cream cakes do have a secret, whispering mantra that only the most enlightened of us can hear and please feel free to move about as we continue. The corner may be small here, but it’s full of secret passages. (Knocks on bookcase and presses thumbs just so revealing a ballroom with a Maria von Trapp feel to it) Here is my special place to dance the leg-flippy cool Irish jig moves without hindrance from eye-rolling children.
(Dances) Whew! I’m beat! Okay onwards!
- Favorite vacation spot if you had a zillion, bajillion dollars and the universe were your oyster and we could breathe on Saturn without melting/freezing/flying off into the Milky Way:
Can you take away my fear of flying and ANY chance of a tsunami, earthquake, plane crash, etc? If so, then I’d love to see Greece. Given that I will probably never actually go to Greece, I’d rather be in Wellfleet, MA with my summer friends than anywhere else on this earth when on vacation.
My deepest apologies since I suffer from vertigo myself, {the heretofore rarely mentioned Jimmy Stewart-kind with the wobbly kneed Hitchcock twist}. I humbly apologize that I do not posses the ability to take this fear away. BUT! Greece! The land of Odysseus? The Trojan Horse trickster himself? You are so now even more cool than the awesome coolness you were before. Greece rocks and so do their dance moves!
(Pauses for more dancing, hands extended in the air. The crowd joins in and smashes plates)
- One thing you would like to do that’s superficial and fun:
I dance in the rain and make a fool out of myself in public. I slide down the aisles of Home Depot in my slippery pink converse (my kids love this!), and I burst out dancing for no reason (they don’t like that very much). I’m not a mani-pedi girl, or a massage girl. I’m not a big spender/shopper, except at Shop Therapy in Provincetown (and never online with them – their good clothes are only on the rack). So…what else am I missing? Oh, okay, I’d love to shave my head! I am jealous of those women who have the courage to do that. I really, really want to, but I know my head would get cold, and I’m a big baby about being cold.
Yes, you are one of us. (Bows and offers the ornately-fashioned, ultimately-awesome key on a fluffy, tassled pillow to the super secret dance room) Please avail yourself of the facilities whenever you feel the need honorable, fellow Zen Cornerian.
- Something you would tell your twelve-year-old self. (Remember something fun! Let’s say there’s a prohibition on any kind of revelation of what’s to come):
Kiss him. Just do it!
That is such an AWESOME answer! 
- Favorite color of nail polish:
I don’t wear it because I’m a big tomboy and it always chips. But if I did, I’d say red for fingers purple for toes.
(Nods and looks surreptitiously at chipped nails) You make good points here. (Claps and an awesome-in-training attendant…attends) Cancel my tree climb today. We must scrub this off first.
- Favorite cartoon:
Winnie-the-Pooh
Are you freaking kidding me? Winnie the Pooh ROCKS the house! (The crowd roars and breaks out in the Winnie the Pooh song)
- Bert or Ernie? (No Big Bird cheating here!)
Do I really have to choose? They’re like siamese twins – you can’t take just one!
You make a good point here. What would Ernie be without Bert?
- The Three Stooges or Abbott and Costello?
The Three Stooges.
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!
Alright…now back to the serious business of Come Back to Me.
(Reaches for tissues…finds there’s none and looks longingly at sleeve)
Sooo…why’d you break my little bitty heart? Why Melissa whyyyyy? No, seriously, WHY? (Sniffles) Was there a secret, whispering muse in your ear that had stock in Kleenex or Puffs? Because she’s rich now, just so you know.
(laughs, smiles, then draws a serious face) I don’t want to give away any spoilers here, so I’ll just say this. Life is not always fair, and to write a book where life events came in tidy little packages just didn’t seem right. I worried that my readers would hate me for the ending, but I have received nothing but praise so far, and I’m truly thankful. I couldn’t ask for more than satisfied readers.
(Tries to retain some sort of professional façade and fixes makeup in the mirror) Of course you’re right. I just…(Bawls)
You rock as an author Melissa. You rockity rock and everyone should buy your book because even though it’s a tear-jerker, it still is beautifully written with insight into the Arab world and the world of just plain ol’ freaking awesomeness.
And that’s a fact Jack.
Buy her book here: Come Back to Me
Annnd just so you know, Melissa is not only a great author, she’s a fantastic promoter of Indie authors too!
Find her wonderful sites for Indie authors here:
Melissa Foster’s Twitter Page (Her Twitter tag is: @Melissa_Foster)
Melissa Foster’s Goodreads Page
The review I’ll have on November first is the business suit-wearing version, I promise. Until then! Umm…don’t forget your lint roller Melissa! And thank you!
Melissa Foster is a New York Time and USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women's fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page.