If Tomorrow Never Comes, Parts 1 & 2 by Sophie Slade Blog Tour
Book Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes (Part 1 & 2)
Author: Sophie Slade
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2016
Cover Credit for If Tomorrow Never Comes, by: Sophie Slade:
Alyssa Collins Pic:
Photographer: Jamie Saveal Photography
Model: Nycole Craft
Cover Design: TNT Book Cover Designs
Logan pic and back cover pic: Depositphotos.com
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United Indie Book Blog Review
Rating: 5 Stars
|This reader enjoyed this story so much! It was very well written. The relationship between the two characters, Alyssa and Logan was very well developed. Alyssa meets Logan on her way to pursuing her dream of becoming a singer. They both are headed to Nashville. Once they arrive both their careers take off like rockets and so does their love for each other. Their are some very sweet parts to their relationship as well as hot parts too. But there are also some very sad parts too. I recommend this book. It takes you on a wonderful ride of love, hope and dreams.|
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 Comes, Part 1:
“Thank you, Nashville!” I yelled into the mic after the song came to an end. “Goodnight!”
I turned around to leave the stage, and the lead singer from the other band was still waiting in the wings, clapping wildly. I was surprised that he was still there.
As I ran off the stage, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in for a kiss, taking me by surprise. I pulled back, and over his shoulder … was Logan.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled into the guy’s face. “Get off me!” I struggled against his grasp.
As if in slow motion, Logan closed his eyes and turned and walked away.
“Logan, no!” I yelled over the crowd, trying to go after him once I finally broke free of Gargantuan. But strong arms caught me. I looked up and into Craig’s eyes.
“Sorry, kitten, but you have to do an encore,” he said over the crowd. “Listen.” The crowd was chanting my name over and again.
“No!” I yelled over their cheers. “Logan…”
“Will understand. But right now, you need to go back out there.”
“But I have to explain!” I yelled over the crowd.
“Explain later,” he said over the crowd, whose cheers grew louder. “But you have to go out there … now! Before they tear the place apart.”
I turned around. My band was standing close by, watching, having heard and seen everything.
“He’s right, Missy,” Noah said. It was his nickname for me, short for Little Missy. “We have to go back out there.”
I nodded as I pulled myself together and focused on the moment. The greatest moment of my life had turned into a disaster within the matter of seconds. Then, I turned to Gargantuan. “What the hell was that?” He shrugged, enjoying my anger. “Don’t you ever pull anything like that again! I don’t give a shit who you are!”
He bit his lower lip in an effort to conceal a cocky grin, obviously enjoying the reprimand a bit too much. “Yes, ma’am.”
Brett bumped his shoulder against Gargantuan as he passed. “Get him out of here,” he said to a nearby bouncer. The rest of the guys glared at him protectively.
If Tomorrow Never Comes, Part 2:
Just as the song came to an end, it felt as if eyes were watching me. I looked over Curt’s shoulder and someone who looked like Logan was watching me from across the room, bringing me back to reality.
“Oh my God!” I said as I backed quickly away from Curt. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this!”
A crease formed between Curt’s eyes. “What? Dance?”
I bit my lower lip. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” I started backing away toward the stage. “It was nice to meet you.”
“May I have your number?” he asked, holding out his hand as he watched me hurry away.
Casey was still going strong on the stage and the crowd was in the palm of her hands.
I bit my lower lip and turned to one of the four bodyguards standing in the wings as tears welled up in my eyes. “I hate to do this, but can you make sure that Casey gets back to our hotel safely? Something has come up and I have to go.”
“Sure,” the leader said. “No problem at all. We’ll make sure that she gets back safely.”
“Thank you,” I said as I pulled my clutch under my arm. “Please apologize to her for me and tell her that I’ll see her back at the hotel.”
He nodded. “I will.” He took a step closer and looked into my eyes. “Is everything okay, miss?”
I nodded, suddenly feeling the need to escape, to run. “Yes, I’m fine, but I must go.”
Without another word, I hurried down the steps and out the side emergency door, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened as tears streamed down my cheeks. It couldn’t have been Logan, could it? This guy was a dead ringer for him, but a little older, more attractive—if that was possible—mature. My heels clicked against the sidewalk when I realized that there was another set of footsteps behind me.