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

The bass guitarist stepped forward with his hand extended. "Shawn Simmons. That was priceless," he said, flipping his reddish brown hair out of his eyes. It was long in the front, but collar length in the back and sides, and wavy.


"Nice to meet you," I replied, laughing as I shook his hand. Somehow, I already felt at home with this group of guys. In fact, it was almost as if we had known each other for a while and not that we'd just met.


The drummer stretched across his drum set, extending his hand to me as a strand of short brown hair fell into his eyes. "Wyatt Ryker," he said, laughing. "That was so cool!" He nodded toward his blond friend. "I don't think I've ever seen him at a loss for words before."


"Ass," Brett mumbled under his breath as he turned his attention back to his guitar. "It was an honest mistake. She looks young." Then, he looked over at me. "No offense."


"None taken," I said. "In fact, just treat me like one of the guys."


Chapter 42