Front row to Backstage (Joe Jonas)

Front row to Backstage (Joe Jonas)

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Liv had always been a Nick girl-eighteen years of unwavering dedication, plastered posters, and enough concert tickets to wallpaper her New York apartment. But when she and her best friend Nina packed up for their "European Summer"-or, let's be honest, a full-blown autumn Jonas Brothers tour pilgrimage-Liv expected nothing more than an incredible adventure, a lot of good music, and maybe a front-row spot or two. But as the cities blur together and they chase the beat across Europe, Liv notices something impossible: Joe Jonas, from high on stage, seems to be noticing her. First, it's a smile, then a glance that lingers a little too long, until, show after show, it's unmistakable. Joe's flirty attention makes her rethink everything she thought she knew....
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