“The Scars That Made Us” Cover News!

As I was up late last night, working with my marketing cap on, I decided that I needed a solid plan with the release of the TSTMU cover. All of my other reveals have been spur of the moment, overly excited posts that didn’t have any real build up. Of course, I was seventeen then and I didn’t know a freaking thing about marketing/advertising a book. So…that leads me to now, nearly five years later and still with little knowledge on how to get people excited about my releases lol. But nevertheless, I have decided that on March 25th, ten days from now, I will officially release the cover for “The Scars That Made Us”. I’ll be releasing it here, on my Insta (shown on the right ->) and also on Twitter (@IndaHerwood, also shown on the right ->). I may even find a few people who will help me out with my endeavor, like Julia from The Romance Bibliophile.

Also, my friend, author Laura Holt, is having a slow release cover blitz of her new YA dark fantasy, “Fathoms Between”, over on her Instagram (@authorlauraholt). It would be awesome of you to go check it out and give her some love!


“The Scars That Made Us” Synopsis Release!

I am so, so, SOOOOOO excited to finally release the synopsis of my latest NA romance, “The Scars That Made Us”! And hopefully you’ll all get a peek at the cover soon too!

P.S. You can also add “The Scars That Made Us” to your to-read shelf now on Goodreads!


Ultimatums suck.

I don’t even know why I was surprised when my father handed me one on my eighteenth birthday, especially one so ridiculous and degrading. He thinks that I can’t take care of myself, that I need a man to fall back on in case my college dreams fail. All because of a nightmare incident that happened to me when I was seven years old. An incident that has left scars of both the physical and emotional variety.

And what is the ultimatum you ask?

He’s forcing me to marry a man I’ve never met before, or else I don’t get his check to go to college and complete my dreams of becoming a doctor, helping the sick.

I had no idea that my life was set in a Bronte novel.

But it gets worse. Not only am I supposed to marry a man who only wants me for the check my father is obviously writing him, but he’s hot, too. Like, super hot. The kind of hot only put on display in magazines and TV shows. Honestly, I don’t trust him, and I certainly don’t intend to go through with my father’s insane plan.

But when Jagger Wells, my intended, explains the real reason behind his going along with this scheme, and I see the kind man beyond the pretty face, I decide that maybe there’s a way we can both get what we want without having to sign a marriage certificate. And at the same time, teach our meddling parents a lesson.

After a while, though, it doesn’t feel like we’re tricking our families anymore, but ourselves. And when lines blur, feelings become something real, and the truth is questioned, hearts ultimately shatter.

In the end, I discover that I’m not the only one with scars.

But these are the scars that made us. The ones that have shaped our present.

I can only hope they aren’t the ones that break us, too.