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

A moment later, Curt walked in, dressed in a gray suit with no tie, his white shirt opened at the neck, showing a few strands of hair on his chest, accenting his muscles that lay beneath.


"Curt," I said as I walked around the desk and gave him a quick hug. "What a surprise."


A grin spread across his face, illuminating the dimple on his cheek. "Well, I was in the neighborhood."


I laughed. "What brings you here? To what do I owe the honor?"


His face sobered. "Well, I'm here to discuss business, actually. Have you thought about my offer?"


I let out a deep breath. "Listen, Curt. I appreciate the offer, but if I decide to relocate to New York, then I'll do it myself."


He sat down in one of two club chairs setting on the wall to the left, under the window, illuminating his light brown hair. "That wasn't the whole offer. I'd like to set you up with your own consulting firm, as well."


"What about the contracts?" I asked as I sat down beside him.


Chapter 89