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Chapters (20)
  1. Cover
  2. Letter to Reader
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Invitation
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. About the Author
  20. Copyright

Sam looked up at him, caught off guard by how happy and adorable he seemed. She’d never seen him looking happier than he did just then, and vowed in that moment to do whatever it took to make him that happy every day for the rest of their lives. “What’s that?”

“Wait ‘til you see, Sam,” Scotty interjected, fairly busting the buttons of his tuxedo as he jumped from foot to foot.

“You’re keeping all kinds of secrets, aren’t you?” she asked the boy.

“Uh-huh,” he said with a delighted grin.

“So what is it?” Sam asked.

“Look,” Nick said, pointing to the small stage where their DJ had set up. They’d gone with a DJ over a live band to make space for more guests in the rooftop reception room.

Sam looked to where Nick pointed, and her mind went totally blank. It couldn’t be… Was that… No. No way. No freaking way! She let out a most un-coplike shriek. Jon Bon Jovi at her wedding? Stop it. Stop it right now! Sam wondered if it was possible for a bride to hyperventilate at her own wedding.

She glanced up at Nick who was thoroughly enjoying her shock. “You call this a little surprise?” Her voice was squeaky and high-pitched.

Bowing before her, Nick held out his hand. “May I please have this dance with my wife?”

Sam’s heart had never beat faster, even when she was being chased by gun-toting lunatics, than it did as she took Nick’s hand and followed him to the dance floor.

“I understand the bride is one of our biggest fans,” Bon Jovi said with a charming smile that made Sam want to swoon, “so I’m delighted to be here for Sam and Nick’s first dance as Mr. and Mrs.”

Jon Bon Jovi himself sang the most beautiful acoustic version of “Thank You for Loving Me” that Sam had ever heard. She had to keep reminding herself to focus on her new husband and not on the rock star she’d admired for so many years.

“How in the world did you pull this off?” she asked Nick.

“The junior senator from New Jersey is a friend of mine.”

“Of course he is. Who isn’t a friend of yours?

He flashed that winning grin that made her knees go weak every damned time. “He knew someone who knew someone.” Nick shrugged, like it was no big deal to get one of the music world’s biggest stars to come to their wedding. “My only fear was that once you met him, you’d forget all about me and run off with him.”

Sam hugged him so hard he gasped. “No chance of that, but is it okay if I ogle him just a little bit? My love affair with him has lasted years and years, and you’re still kinda new around here.”