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Hello, Citizens! Victoria here. I bet you thought I forgot about the ‪#‎monthlylines‬! Things have been so busy and we are working on something big for June but more about that later. Without further ado…

Barry set his collected instruments down on the table. What was he going to do about this Stevenson woman? He had to try to set aside his irritation about how close she’d come to wrecking almost a full year’s work. He glanced at her again. This constant need for sleep, her progressively more flirtatious ways? He’d little doubt about what she had been hinting at before he went out. Barry shook his head. Maybe he should talk to Fingal about letting her go before her three-month trial period was over? But taking a nap was hardly a firing matter. And nothing untoward had actually happened. He knew Fingal trusted him completely, but the man still might be surprised by Barry accusing Nonie of being flirtatious. He tried to remember exactly what she’d said. There was nothing overt that he could remember. And being sacked by such a well-respected physician as Fingal O’Reilly would be a very large blot on her professional copybook. He shook his head and sighed. Twenty-two more days and he’d be in France with Sue.
Och blether. She was a good doctor and seemed to enjoy working here. She had extra training in women’s health. Maybe, just maybe, he should let the hare sit—and make sure he didn’t let himself get into any compromising situations with Nonie Stevenson in the future.

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            Sue smiled. “OK, I’m officially off duty as a travel guide. Here we are, 32 Quai du Port. La Chope D’Or.”
            They stopped outside a low railing. Tables were arranged on a patio in the open air, but only two were occupied by patrons well bundled up in heavy overcoats. One couple were accompanied by a large shaggy dog that sat on one of the wicker chairs. The sign above the restaurant’s picture window, white letters on a bright blue background, read “Brasserie LA CHOPE D’OR Crêperie.”
            Sue led the way inside. The place was packed and the sounds of conversation and laughter rose and fell, punctuated by the “boing” of a spring closing a door that, judging by the coming and going of waiters with loaded trays, led to the kitchen. Barry breathed in the aromas of garlic, onions, thyme, fresh fish and Turkish tobacco. He was definitely in France.
            A waiter greeted Sue like a long-lost friend, showed them to a table for two in the window, pulled out a chair so Sue could be seated, and with a flourish spread a spotless white napkin on her lap. “Les menus.” He set two down. “Et quelque-chose à boire?”
            “Barry?” Sue asked.
            I’d love a Guinness, he thought, but said, “When in Rome. What are you having?”
            Sue ordered the house white and the waiter left.
            Barry turned to stare out over the harbour and south to where Notre Dame de la Garde, lit by floodlights from below, stood on its hill surveying the scene. He turned back to Sue. “It’s lovely,” he said, “and you are lovely. Very lovely, darling.”
            She inclined her head and smiled. “Thank you, Barry.”
            He looked into her eyes and took her hand and for the second time that day, the people all around them faded.
            The waiter reappeared, coughed discretely. The ritual of opening a bottle of wine was observed to the letter with Sue duly inspecting the label, sniffing the cork, sipping a sample, and declaring herself satisfied.
            Barry presumed that the rapid-fire conversation between the man and Sue was to establish that they needed more time to study the menu. He left.
            “You know I’m not very good at languages, but I think I detect quite a nasal quality to the waiter’s speech?”
            “Pierre’s a local,” Sue said, “The French spoken here is much harsher than that in Paris.”
            “I thought there was something different. Our French teacher at school, Mister Marks, used to say, ‘Laverty, vous parlez français comme une vache espagnole.’ You speak French like a Spanish cow.”
            Sue laughed and squeezed his hand and said in a low voice, “But you make love like an Italian called Casanova.
            Barry glowed. He raised his glass, sipped the cool crisp wine and said, “I love you, Sue Nolan.”
            She said, “And I love you, Barry.” She lifted her menu, “And I think, prosaic as it sounds, we really should think about ordering.”
            Barry smiled. “Let’s,” he said.
            Sue said, “I’m going to have some pâté to start with then the mussels.”
            Barry said, “Bouillabaisse for me. The local fishermen invented it here.”
            “No starter?” Sue said.
            He shook his head.
            She leant across the table and whispered, “I’m taking you sightseeing tomorrow, but with what I have in mind for later this evening I really would suggest half a dozen raw oysters.”
            Barry started back in his chair. “What?”
            “You heard me,” she said and her smile broadened, her right eyebrow lifted, and she half turned her head never letting her gaze leave his eyes.
            And Barry Laverty feeling himself aroused, laughed and shook his head. “Shameless hussy,” he said, “but you have a point. Let’s make it a dozen.”


Hello Citizens, Victoria here and do I have a treat for you!! In celebration of St. Patrick’s Day and all things Irish we will be posting ‪#‎monthlylines‬ from Pat’s latest book Irish Country Love Stories due out October 2016. And, what better way to begin then by the words of Patrick himself!

“Although its title implies that it is not a single, but rather a collection of love stories, it is not simply a romantic novel. Love according to the ancients could be expressed in three ways: eros, filia, and agape. All are here aplenty.
Certainly the ongoing stories of Barry Laverty and Sue Nolan, Fingal and Kitty O’Reilly, Jack Mills and Helen Hewitt, and the will-they-won’t-they affair between Lars O’Reilly and Myrna Ferguson, the marquis’s widowed sister, are true manifestations of eros.
But love is not always sexual. There is great filia, deep affection, between Sonny and Maggie Houston and their dog, between Fingal and Kitty O’Reilly and their home and Lord John MacNeill and Myrna for the Ballybucklebo Estate, which will face crippling taxes when his lordship dies. The love of a young woman for a father stricken by a heart attack is true filia. Nor is there any lack of agape, compassion, from the doctors for their patients and their two sick colleagues, from a young Colin Brown for a friend’s misfortune, and from the entire village and townland when it comes to rallying support for a respected member who is under threat.
And ever-present and underpinning all, is the unspoken but deeply abiding love, I believe reflecting my own, of the Ulsterfolk for their beautiful, little corner of the Emerald Isle. A place soon tragically to be riven by thirty years of internecine strife.”

Top Ten Greatest Irish Author!

Hello Citizens, Victoria here. Did you know that our very own Patrick Taylor is one of the top 10 Greatest Irish Authors! Thanks For Reading Addicts

Must Read Author for 2016

Hello citizens. Victoria here. I wanted to share some great news. What a wonderful honor! Patrick Taylor named a Must Read author in 2016 and we agree!


Thank you Canada!

Hello, Citizens! Victoria here. A big thank you to our Canadian fans – again! An Irish Doctor In Love and At Sea is at the top of the Globe and Mail bestseller list! Pat is delighted! Thank you, Canada!

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Thank you!

Great news and a big thank you to all of Pat’s fans! Victoria here. Just wanted to let you know An Irish Doctor In Love and At Sea is a best seller on both USA today and Globe and Mail! If you haven’t read it yet get out there and get it!

Thanks Canada!

Hello, Citizens! Victoria here. A big thank you to our Canadian fans – again! An Irish Doctor In Peace and At War has reached #5 Globe and Mail bestseller list! Pat is delighted! Thank you, Canada!