For Mom, my biggest fan

If there is anyone in the world who knows in her heart that my book will be published one day, it’s my mom.

This is not unusual for mothers; most believe so strongly in their children that if this faith were enough, everyone would be successful.

My mom has read my book and loved it, although she may still have the first draft.  I know she reads my blog (you can probably recognize her comments from her sign on name) and she frequently asks for updates on the query letter process.  She’s shared my manuscript with her book club, and I think she was more nervous about their feedback than I was!

Everyone deserves to have at least one loyal fan who is absolutely certain of your success.  I hope your mom fills this role for you as mine does for me.

I’ve already chosen the dedication for The Queen’s Butterflies, for the day when it is finally published.  I’ll share it with you now:

For Linda, my mom, who knew I could even when I didn’t.

Love you Mom!  Happy Mother’s Day!


With Honor, epilogue

With Honor

by Leigh Townsend


Matthew Lewis sat atop his chocolate gelding, looking down on the capital city and reflecting on the past several months.  As anticipated, his field promotion had been confirmed shortly after their arrival, making him officially a lieutenant.  As word of his deeds during the ambush spread, the King’s Commander had come to speak with the young officer.  He had insisted, as had the King, that Matthew’s courageous actions be given the recognition they deserved.

He knew in his heart that anyone else would have done exactly the same as he; the label of “hero” sat uncomfortably at best.  His protestations fell uselessly aside.  There was nothing for it but to smile and accept the accolades.

In recognition of his heroic acts, Matthew Lewis was promoted once again, this time to Captain.  He was also given the “hero’s sword,” an amazing weapon issued only to those fighters the King declared heroes of the realm.  A large banquet was held in his honor, although his required attendance was blessedly brief.

Captain Harlan had seen to the necessary paperwork for Matthew to retire from the army.  Apparently his situation was not uncommon; soldiers stationed afield occasionally fell in love with young women of the country.  As a hero of the realm, Matthew’s discharge also included two horses from the cavalry stables, his yearly pay, and an additional small amount of money.  He had chosen to keep his gelding but had somehow been able to talk the stable master into allowing him to take a promising young mare as well.  This beautiful girl would make his goal that much easier to accomplish.

With the mare’s lead tied to his saddle, his fancy new sword at his waist, and his plan in mind, Captain Matthew Lewis turned from the capital and began riding, once again, toward Klais and Charlotte.