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

He slid another drink in front of me, and then sat down with a box of seasoned French fries.


"Well?" I asked as he devoured a few fries.


He let out a deep breath as he watched me.


I finished my first drink and set it aside, and then pulled the other in front of me. Then, I looked at him expectantly. "What's going on?"


He sat back against the seat and sighed. I held my breath as I watched him. Usually, Frank was up front with me about everything. I'd never seen him quite so reluctant to tell me something. He leaned forward and folded his hands on the table, the fries forgotten. "Logan's alive."


My head began to spin, and I gripped the table for support. "Are you sure?"


He nodded as he placed his hand over mine. "Yes."


"Oh, God!" I said as I leaned over onto the table.


"Breathe," Frank said, and then shoved my drink at me.


Tears welled up in my eyes. "But how? You said you went to his funeral."


Chapter 100