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

I walked back inside and shut the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen, but just about everything was already put away.


Roxanne saw me and smiled. "I hope that you were finished eating," she said. "But we left everything out for a while in case anyone gets hungry."


I shook my head. "I couldn't eat another bite, but it was so wonderful. Thank you."


She moved toward me and pulled me in for a hug. "I'm so glad you found someone special. I really like him."


I nodded as I pulled back, forcing a smile. "Thank you."


She studied me for a moment, and then said, "Okay. I know you well enough to know when something's bothering you." She pulled out two of the chairs that were pushed into the table. "Spill."


I smiled at her word choice. "Curt is a great man."


I let out a deep breath and looked away.


When she said his name, pain gripped my heart. Tears suddenly welled up within my eyes. "I'm so sorry."


Chapter 95