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The Light Hearts Trilogy omnibus edition
3 novels in 1

All three sunny-funny summer romances now available in one ebook, included in KU!

Meet Trevor and Chao on the French Riviera, Karim and Angelo in Southern France, and Dirk and Sven in Stockholm, for three delicious romance romps:

– “How to Bed a Millionaire”

– “How to Bed a Rock Star”

– “How to Bed a Prime Minister”

Three heart-warming love stories in one practical omnibus edition.

For more details, scroll down to read the blurbs of the three novels.

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“How to Bed a Prime Minister”
Light Hearts Trilogy, book #3

A guy who doesn’t believe in love meets a guy who doesn’t have time for it. Sounds like a romance that simply isn’t meant to happen? There’s only one way to find out…

Dirk Bormann is bored. Very bored. Because Stinksö, for Christ’s sake! The last outpost of Northern civilization, or so it feels. A small island three hours away from buzzing Stockholm—and hot guys!—with only squirrels and the odd elk to talk to…

Then, his first kayak excursion almost ends fatally. Luck would have it that he’s fished out of the suddenly raging sea by a handsome professor of economics, Sven Bergson. They share dinner, they share stories and laughs, they share a bed, alas only innocently, they bond. And suddenly, there seems to be room for more…

But where Dirk has no intention of ever falling in love, Sven has no time for it. A busier university professor probably ne’er was seen. Or does he have another agenda altogether? Whatever it is, when they meet again in the heart of Stockholm, a spark ignites, which leaves both utterly confused… Could it be love? And aren’t all the odds against them?

This is the third and last summer romance of the Light Hearts series.

“How to Bed a Rock Star”
Light Hearts Trilogy, book #2

A nice guy meets a tortured rock star—what are the odds they end up together? Close to nil, right? But sometimes an open heart and mind can work miracles.

Karim successfully helped Trevor and Chao get their love story on the right tracks. He even moved to Paris on their suggestion. Now he’s jobless and all alone in the big city because Trevor and Chao are off on an important quest and Dirk has joined his aunt Karin in Sweden.

Karim’s only spark of hope is an unexpected mission: play chauffeur for a famous rock star. That is, “famous” … Karim only likes 80s tunes, so he doesn’t have a clue who this guy really is. And honestly? You couldn’t say they hit it off immediately. The man who calls himself Angel Dust is surly, withdrawn, haughty, outright hostile. He also turns out to be… stunningly handsome. Karim’s dream guy.

Ugh. Nothing can come out of this encounter. A chauffeur and his illustrious client, both from different worlds, with clashing characters… And yet, to get into a rock star’s bed might not be the most difficult thing on earth (you can ask any groupie out there). To get into his head and heart? Did someone say impossible?

This is the second summer romance of the Light Hearts series.


>> And don’t forget to listen to the “Rock Star” playlist, filled with 80s gems (you’ll know why…)

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“How to Bed a Millionaire”
Light Hearts Trilogy, book #1

Take a scrawny French student and a hunky housekeeper; put them in a swanky summer villa; add a pink car named Sean and a ruggedly handsome delivery man—and voilà a sunny-funny summer romance.

Twenty-year-old Trevor is overjoyed. An Australian millionaire offers him the summer job of his dreams: to catalog the library of his summer house in Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat—one of the ritziest and most exclusive spots on the Côte d’Azur. 

What unnerves him, however, is the presence of a young housekeeper who turns out to be as drop-dead gorgeous as he is stilted, obnoxious, and conspicuously straight. Of course, Trevor’s quirky sass and light-hearted banter soon create an atmosphere of crackling tension between the two men. 

What if the housekeeper isn’t as straight as Trevor thinks? What if Trevor is just the kind of person that housekeeper has been looking for all his life? And what if things aren’t exactly what they seem?

“ordinary whore”

People tell me I should count my blessings. “You’re handsome, Marc,” they say, “handsome, rich, young, and intelligent.” But then, given time and opportunity, people would always say inanities, I think.

Am I handsome? Honestly, I don’t know, but it seems so; handsome enough, at any rate, that I’m allowed to live comfortably off my looks. I’m not rich, mind you, but the men and women paying for my company fling enough crumbs of their wealth my way. I’m still fairly young, too, but since when is youth anyone’s personal achievement? Last but not least, I’m not sure about my intelligence. I’m not even sure being intelligent would be a blessing.

Anyway, I can’t complain—my life is not unpleasant. I’m a bit bored, a bit melancholic, my mood often as black as the clothes I wear all the time.

And now my father has died. It shouldn’t mean anything to me—for years we tried to have as few ties or dealings with each other as possible. But all of a sudden, everything comes crumbling down, and my life turns into an unwholesome mess…

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“Till Death Do Us Part”
Poireaut & Di Angeli, book #1

Come on board the Queen of Egypt and discover this new murder mystery full of witty dialogs, funny situations, and blooming love! Already short-listed for the French Gay Book Award 2020!

When Auntie Agathe invites Raphaël Poireaut, a young Parisian bartender, on a Nile cruise, he isn’t really thrilled. To stare at old stones together with a bunch of old codgers—why, thanks for the gift. Unsurprisingly the trip starts off badly enough. Not only does Raphaël have an unnerving confrontation with a handsome but standoffish and haughty Italian guy, but he has barely stepped on board the cruise ship when he stumbles upon a tourist… who has been stabbed to death.

The young Venetian Stefano di Angeli agrees to spend his vacation in Egypt with his best friend Grazia. He hasn’t had holidays for six years. But his first encounter with a young, angel-faced, curly-haired Frenchie brings back painful memories. Besides, what could be worse to start a Nile cruise than to discover a murder has been committed on board? Cazzo—fate seems to bear him a grudge!

While the Egyptian police led by Colonel Al-Qaïb are investigating the murder, Raphaël and Stefano find themselves swept away by the events… and by the blooming feelings that inexorably draw them closer. Will they manage to sort out the truth from the lies and find the murderer? Will they be able to resist this mutual attraction that seems to overwhelm them against their wills?

A new, funny and light adventure by the author of “The Stuffed Coffin”, the French version of which has won the French Gay Murder Mystery Award 2019.

“The Stuffed Coffin”
Damien Drechsler’s investigations, book #1

After breaking up with his boyfriend, Damien Drechsler needs a holiday. The Greek village of Levkos seems like the perfect place to go—dozy, sunny, bucolic, with lonely beaches and little bars where he can drown his sorrows.

But the very first night, Damien meets Nikos, a dashing young man, who makes his heart beat faster all of a sudden. Then, he is almost run over by a reckless driver. The next day he learns that an old man has been killed in a suspicious-looking car accident only minutes after his own misadventure.

From then on, everything seems to go wrong. A well-endowed nudist tries to seduce him; a handsome lad sets off a misunderstanding with far-reaching consequences; and last but not least, Damien starts to fall for Nikos. Worse, a tourist dies in the hotel swimming pool although she seemed in perfect health the day before. Another accident? Or could it be… murder?

Intrigued, Damien tries to unravel the odd puzzles he has stumbled upon. But what with the bellicose police inspector he has to deal with, the sudden disappearance of a sports activity leader, and Nikos who drops him just when he starts to feel hope again, he suddenly has more questions than answers… Could it be that the “Happily Ever After” existed only in fairy tales?

The French version “Le cercueil farci” has been awarded the Gay Crime Fiction Award 2019 (Prix du roman policier / Prix du roman gay 2019)

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Poetry 3.0

My poetry often starts with a word, a sentence, a sensation I stumble upon in my everyday life. For instance, I’m listening to Laurie Anderson singing “Oh superman / oh judge / oh mom and dad…”, thinking of a conversation I’ve had the day before about the difficult relationship someone I know has with his or her parents. “You raised us as / pale ghosts of your / measly dreams…”, I’m thinking. Asking myself if it’s not vital for all of us to “kill” our parents, in a symbolic, psychological, almost Freudian sense, if we want to be able to find happiness. And writing “Oh Mom and Dad”.

Or I’m walking down the street, and pictures, stories, emotions come to mind. Maybe “the wind, / the cold November wind / painting the sky a dark / and rain-streaked grey, / sweeps glossy pavements dirty…”. Or “a streetsweeper hoses down / the pavement in front / of the construction site / where cranes, still silent, / stretch skywards, / whispering to each other / in their lost language”.

It’s often songs, song-titles, music that trigger off the unexplainable machinery that will lead to a poem. I’ve mentioned above how a Laurie Anderson-tune influenced one of my poems. Brendan Perry sings “Utopia”, and I’m creating “Utopium”. Goldfrapp sings “Annabel”, and a whole life-story comes to mind, asking to be expressed in a poem. The Austrian singer / drag queen Conchita Wurst wins the Eurovision Song Contest, some narrow-sphinctered East European politicians call Europe “decadent”, and “Western decadence, expunged” appears in my head. I could quote many more examples (“Improvised”, “The city never sleeps”).

Another possibility: memories. God, yes, Memory Lane—what a rich source for poems! “Picture of the past”, “Feels like home”, “Heathen summer”, “Vandal” are but a few examples of how a memory, a brief glimpse of the past have led to a poem. My third poetry collection “”twenty-five” includes all the above-mentioned titles plus 14 black-and-white photos of my personal collection.

“the solid and thoughtful cow”
Poetry 2.0

To write poetry means to use words sparingly, to reduce stories to their essence in order to stir emotions. With keen observational skills, a good “ear” as well as kind instincts, Dieter Moitzi writes in a personal style that makes you see the world around you in many different, maybe even new ways. His poetry is visual, sometimes sensual, always sensuous: you feel things on your skin, you smell scents, you hear sounds.

He presents you the lonesome wordsmith who sits at his laptop struggling with his fear “… that I will end up lying in my flat, / lonely, unread, unwept, / a cat gnawing my bones, / a longcase clock ticking / eternities away…” He shows you how it feels to move from a popular Parisian neighbourhood with all its “fastness, blurry, and turbulence” to that posh suburb where “even the dogs wear Ralph Lauren”. He invites you to have tea in the Serengeti, under “a lone, archaic baobab that stretches branches / like shrivelled, pleading arms into the balmy breeze”. He evokes those “watermelon days” when “the faint smirk of boredom lurks / between the pages of a summer novel”. He uses the romantic image of a candlelight dinner in Paris only to upend it and make everything feel “like plastic / except the perfectly iced bottle / of ‘Cristal’”.

Dieter Moitzi’s main topics are our lives in this modern world. How we can still pursue happiness in an environment that often feels cold and depersonalized. How we can still find beauty in the grey, rain-splashed streets of a big city. Rummaging through his memories, he explores new ways to see sunsets and moonlit lakes, November fogs and teenage angst, how to deal with a Prince Charming, how to imagine our final moment “when he comes at last, / dust-winged eyeless angel…” and says “in that raspy voice of his, / ‘Are you ready? Time to go!’”

Some say that poetry is dead. Some say that poetry doesn’t sell. This poetry collection shows that to the contrary, poetry is still very much alive, and that its main goal is not to sell. What Dieter Moitzi tries with his poetry is to show you how the familiar, the ordinary, can suddenly look different. He offers you words that live and resound.

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“Small Portions”
Very short stories

“Small Portions” is a story that comes in… small portions. In precisely 111 little parts – AND a recipe. To explore the many facets of modern life, the author has chosen the literary form of vignettes, those short impressionistic scenes that focus on one moment or give a trenchant impression about a character, idea, setting, object.

Dieter Moitzi tells his own story in poignant scenes that vary from a snapshot of his christening in the early 70s to his father’s death in a skiing accident at the beginning of the 2000s. It’s small things he talks about, those many small things that compose a life – his life. He recalls the painful process of coming out of the closet, relates in funny detail the first encounters and love stories of his happy-go-lucky twenties, delves with analytical distance into aspects and turning points of two long-time relationships. He takes you by the hand and guides you through the streets of Paris, the city he lives in. He writes about food and the internet and his travel experiences in Greece, Morocco, Vienna, Tunisia, London…

In just so many carefully chosen words, sometimes poetic, sometimes blunt, but always with a good deal of wry and self-deprecating humour, the author succeeds in creating little universes with each story. Each one stands alone, yet when you link them together, another story takes shape. The story of a life, the sketch of a person, the mirror of a time. Our time.

“and somwhere under”

“… and somewhere under the concrete

and cement and asphalt and steel and glass,

under the weary pavements and jaded streets,

the wasted buildings, the throttled cars and trucks…”

Extracted from the poem “and somewhere under”, an ode to Mother Nature waiting patiently for her time to come…

More than 50 poems, some of them previously published on the author’s literary blog, are assembled in this volume. Poems that speak of love and fear, pain and death and loss, happiness and hope; poems that describe the mountains and the sea; poems that sing of the Big City; poems that circle around modern life. A unique voyage that will lead you deep into the realm of smiles and tears, dreams and words…

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“Miss Otis Regrets”
Short stories

“Will Nelly be able to remember the precise message? Miss Otis anxiously fiddles with her lace collar. To express oneself properly is of the utmost importance, even through a servant. It has been a tantalizing trial to find the right words, an almost artistic research to compose the sentences. Since last evening, Miss Otis has lived in a nightmarish worry-go-round that has prevented her from sleeping. At last, with the new day showing up at the horizon, she has worked out the acceptable formula. Thus, it will not do if Nelly mixes up the precise wording; it will absolutely not do if Nelly says something else instead, or if Nelly forgets and (God forbid!) improvises. The words have been thoroughly weighed and finally approved. So, will Nelly remember them? Miss Otis has to be sure of that.”

Thus begins the short story “Miss Otis regrets (she’s unable to lunch today)”, which relates the probably most important hour in Miss Otis’ otherwise calm and rather eventless life. Her posh 19th-century-existence, hitherto similar to the lukewarm breeze sweeping over the caribbean island she’s been living on all through her life, will be changed forever by a whimsical decision of hers. But did she have a choice to act in any other fashion? Or wasn’t she somehow predestined to do what she’s about to do?

This and other contemporary short stories (including “Cheat”, the story of a young Paris yuppie meeting his destiny) by young writer Dieter Moitzi can be found in this volume.