Nonstop Oslo

Marie Nadine Gaston

Description

Vivienne has been in love with Eureka front man Logen Anders for years, so her dream comes true when she meets her crush—but their new relationship faces complications.

Vivienne Bernard has been in love with Eureka front man, Logen Anders, since she was twenty. The band’s global success has been phenomenal, garnering them millions of adoring fans worldwide. While every girl professes her love for the handsome trio from Norway, Vivienne knows that what she feels for Logen is different, but given the unlikelihood of their meeting, Logen remains a distant and unfulfilled yearning.

Thirty years later, Vivienne travels thousands of miles from her Caribbean home to the land of the Vikings to attend a Eureka concert. Her chance encounter with a handsome but exasperating stranger has her temper flaring. The adventure of a lifetime begins when she realizes that the stranger she’d like to murder is none other than the object of her lifelong desire: Logen Anders.

During her four-day stay in beautiful Norway, Logen awakens feelings in Vivienne she thought she would never experience again. Nonstop Oslo takes her on a journey of emotional and sexual awakening, while offering Logen the unexpected gift of a second chance. Though he admires Vivienne’s fierce independence, his ultimate desire is to protect, carry, and cherish the woman who has turned his world upside-down.

Sujets

• Haití
• Haiti
• Norway
• Rockstar
• Caribbean
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 06 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665728867
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Nonstop Oslo
 
A Fan’s Fantasy Tale
 
 
 
 
 
 
Marie Nadine Gaston
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Marie Nadine Gaston.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-2885-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2886-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915425
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 09/06/2022
Contents
Day 1   Here We Go
Day 2   The Sweetest Symphony
Day 3   Common Ground
Day 4   Naked Souls
Day 5   Until We Meet Again
Reunited
A Date with Destiny
 
This book is dedicated to my daughters, Laura-Ashley and Stacie Alexandra,
God’s precious gifts,
my two reasons for getting up every morning and mustering up the courage to face the day.
To my mother, Marie Denise, my “potomitan”, for instilling values that guide my actions
every second of every hour of every day.
In memory of my late father, Serge L. Gaston, for his immense love and for making me
the independent woman that I am today. May he rest in peace.
To my brothers Dimitri and Ricardo, through time and distance, blood is thicker than water.
To all my friends and family who supported and encouraged me and made me believe
that this story was worth sharing.
To my dearest Ronald for giving me the gentle push that got me across the finish line.
I thank you all with all my heart.
 
Inspired by a deep admiration and huge crush on Norwegian pop star Morten Harket and the fervent desire to explore and break out from the over -t he -t op die -hard femme forte persona and the debilitating sexual and emotional hang -ups that plague my existence.
 
Though you are a thousand miles away
My heart knows no distance
Though your land is foreign to me
My heart knows no language
When Despair beckons
Time and time again
My mind runs to you
My blessed Sanctuary
A resting place for a weary heart
 
And though we may never meet
My heart belongs to you
My sweet, sweet solace
Soothing salve for my battle wounds
Still, I know I should not love you
But I love you just the same
Forever on my mind
Entrenched in my soul
Forever part of me
 
My sweetest desire
 
-Vivi enne
2:00 AM
Another sleepless night
Day 1 Here We Go
V ivienne closed her eyes to still the growing excitement inside her. Twenty more minutes and the plane would touch down at Oslo Airport at Gardermoen. A trip thirty years in the making. A dream, an aspiration of sorts, ever since Norway’s favorite sons burst onto the American music scene and put their country on the map for all lovestruck teenage girls who never gave a hoot about geography. Ever since she saw his face in a music video and fancied herself like that girl, Bernie Bingsley, who captured his heart against all odds. Logen Anders, an outstanding vocalist, a magnificent specimen of a man with an angel’s voice, teamed up with the musician-songwriter, the illustrious Terje Flågen, and his genius songwriting childhood friend, the venerable Erling Gamst-Anderssen. Adored by thousands of fans around the world. Her fantasy love.
Ja, vi elsker dette landet —the first Norwegian words she’d learned in an attempt to enter their world. A hymn to a country much admired for its civility, for its culture of peace and brotherhood. A country rocked, a few years before, by an appalling act of terrorism at home by one of its own, an inexplicable occurrence, the likes of which they would hopefully never see again. The world had mourned for Norway. At least she had. As a stranger looking in, it felt to Vivienne like an ideal had been shattered. Norway had a particular relationship with her own country, sharing its conflict-resolution experience with this small Caribbean island halfway across the planet, skills that her compatriots certainly needed if they were going to break the cycle of violence that they’d been stuck in for decades. It seemed painfully ironic to her, upon hearing the news, that a country that promoted peace would suffer such violence at home. On a much smaller and personal scale, Vivienne dared to feel a little like this country. An ideal of hers had been shattered too, though perhaps not as grand or as noble. And refusing to be bitter, she’d reached into the recesses of her dream world to believe in happy endings again. This country would help her believe in love and passion again, of that she was stubbornly and inexplicably certain. And in a short while, she would walk the streets of Oslo.
Maneuvering through the Oslo Airport was surprisingly hassle-free. Vivienne was afraid that her very limited to nonexistent Norwegian would not equip her to deal with immigration and customs agents upon her arrival. But there was none of that as she had come through Paris Charles de Gaulle, her first point of entry on this historic continent. Everyone was kind and welcomed her to Norway in an English heavily laden with the enchanting Nordic accent. This, she felt, was going to be a life-changing trip.
Vivienne quickly followed the panel signs to the Flytoget, the airport express train that would take her on a twenty-five-minute ride to the Oslo Sentralstasjon, a skip and a hop away from the hotel where she would be staying for the next four days. She had expected to cross the streets into the chilly April Norwegian air to make it to the train, but all was conveniently and pleasantly accessible indoors. The train rode mostly underground, rising out into the open air as it approached each station. That is when she admired the Norwegian cityscape while the train sped through the suburbs into the city, amid tall apartment buildings offering a glimpse into residents’ kitchens and living rooms. A small twinge tugged at her heart. She wished she could share this experience with her two daughters, but this was final-exam week at their respective colleges in Florida. So she’d resigned herself to flying solo.
The room at the Comfort Hotel Xpress Central Station was small but surprisingly comfortable, with most of the expected amenities of a larger hotel room. Light gray walls adorned with wooden and metallic paneling bore sturdy hooks to accommodate her clothes. No closets in this room. An interesting concept. The generously sized bed was tempting after such a long trip, but there was too much to do. She was in Oslo. Vivienne pulled open the drawer under her bed and carefully placed her ticket to the Eureka concert she would attend the following evening, one of the last shows of a hugely successful world tour to promote the band’s Set in Stone album, the latest addition to a string of megahits at home and in Europe over the years. That was the reason for this trip. Perhaps the last opportunity to see the “boys” play at home. After all, they’d bid farewell to their fans six years before with their Aiming for the Moon world tour that culminated in a final concert at home in Oslo. Vivienne recalled how heartbroken she and her daughters, particularly her eldest, had been at the thought of not being able to realize their dream of seeing their favorite band play one last time. But times had been difficult that year after Vivienne had taken her girls out of Haiti following the tragic January 2010 earthquake that killed hundreds of thousands, decimated entire families, and left a nation in mourning. Sitting in that desolate house in Miami, a temporary shelter from the madness back home, Vivienne had known they couldn’t afford Oslo.
Vivienne went to the phone in the lobby and asked the operator to connect her to the Blu Radisson Plaza Hotel. A few of her Eureka Great World Fan Page group buddies were staying there, and they had agreed to meet up to attend tonight’s Eureka fan convention together. Vivienne couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She’d often read about these yearly fan parties but never thought she would attend one. Joining that group on Facebook two years ago had been a judicious decision in hindsight. It had kept the music and the dream alive and inspired her to arrive at this priceless moment. She had wanted to put some magic into her life, break out of the tedium, and this seemed as good a way as any to do so.
Dressed in freshly pressed white jeans and a baby blue sweater, Vivienne secured her dark brown hair in a ponytail, retouched her lips with her favorite coral lipstick, and made her way down to the hotel lobby. Several guests were just arriving, and Vivienne steered away from the busy lobby and headed for the small “barception.” A quaint idea, the hotel desk and bar combined in one. Maggie and Rita would be swinging by to pick her up in a few minutes, givi