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 let out a deep breath and looked up. "What is it, Mother?"


She narrowed her eyes. "What have you been up to?"


She slapped her hands on my desk. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!"


I shrugged, unfazed. "I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about."


"Do not attempt to play coy with me," she said as she stepped around my desk. "You've been with her, haven't you?"


I looked directly into her eyes. "What are you saying, Mother?"


"Who?" Although I knew exactly whom she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it.


I narrowed my eyes at her. "And how is that, Mother, when you told me that she was dead ten years ago?" I leaned close to look directly into her eyes. "And don't you ever call her that again."


At that moment, mother reared back her hand and let it fly onto my cheek.


But I just stood there, looking at her. "Why did you tell me that she was dead, Mother?!"


Chapter 127