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

"Night, Frank," I said. "I'll see you when I see you?"


"You just sing your ass off on stage and we'll call it even," Frank said, standing up to see me off. 


"You ready?" Craig asked, already at the door. 


"Sure," I said as I grabbed my guitar case and followed Craig out.


As we walked into the foyer, Bobbie Jo had already left. Craig held the front door open for me as we walked out.


 Craig followed me out to the parking lot, carrying his briefcase in one hand and holding his suit coat over his shoulder with the other. "So, how does it feel to be a recording star?"


I laughed. "I haven't had enough time to see how I feel yet. But, yes. It feels great." I carried my guitar with one hand and then held my purse over my shoulder with the other. "Thanks, Craig, for everything. It was really nice to meet you."


Chapter 28