Sophie Slade is the author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She started writing at the age of fourteen when she took a Creative Writing class and she was hooked. After college, she worked as a reporter, but went back to her first love--writing fiction. Sophie believes that love conquerors all, which is reflected in her stories. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin, and a minor in English. She currently resides in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog. Look for her books anywhere books are sold.

On her way to Nashville to try her hand at a singing career, Alyssa Collins meets Logan Ambrose, her soul mate in every way. Not only is he a great singer and guitar player, he has a down-to-earth personality to die for. Soon, he proposes and they make plans for the future, but everything changes in an instant. A month later, she wakes from a coma only to learn that her life has changed forever. 
Lost and distraught, Alyssa tries to make sense of her life. Needing to make a change, she puts her singing career behind her and finds herself in law school. Ten years later, she is a lawyer at a prestigious firm. 
When Alyssa goes to New York for a political fund raiser, something happens that changes her life again. With more questions than answers, can she find it in herself to go on with her life … if tomorrow never comes?


If Tomorrow Never Comes

Sunlight streamed in through the windows the next morning, alerting me to the dawn of a new day. I smiled as I remembered the night before with Logan. But when I turned over, he was gone. I sat up, suddenly fully awake.


"Logan? Where did you go?" I called out, hoping that he hadn't left without saying goodbye.


Then, I smelled the scent of coffee waft into the room as the door opened and Logan walked in carrying two coffee cups. "I know that you usually don't drink coffee, but I thought that you might need some this morning." Logan handed me one of the cups and shrugged. "I wasn't sure how you take your coffee, so I just made it blonde and sweet, like me."


I laughed. "Well, we shall see," I said, pausing to take a sip. "Tastes great. Thanks." I pulled the blanket up to cover my breasts, and then leaned back against the headboard, letting the warm coffee wake me up.


Chapter 21