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

"Did you bring your things?" I asked, eager for him to move in.


"I brought just a few things for now," he said as he pushed the key into his jeans pocket. "I'll bring the rest later. But right now, I want you." His lips crushed down on mine, almost an assault, as he supported me with one arm under my ass and then ran the other hand through my hair. He walked over to the couch, unable to wait for the bedroom, and sat down with me on his lap. My breath quickened as I felt his rock hard erection through both of our jeans. He looked into my eyes as his fingers slid into my hair, pulling my head toward him.


I pulled his shirt up his back, enjoying the feel of his tight muscles under my fingers. He broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull his shirt off and throw it onto the floor, and then pressed his lips to mine as he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. "Oh, fuck it," he said and them ripped it open.


I laughed as the buttons flew onto the couch. "I liked that blouse," I joked.


Chapter 44