![]() ![]() Hoover published her first novel, Slammed, in January 2012 and a sequel, Point of Retreat, in February. After a few months, her novel was reviewed by book blogger Maryse Black and she was given a 5-star rating, and sales of her first two books increased rapidly. Because of this, she included the Avett Brothers lyrics throughout the story. She was inspired by a songs lyric “decide what to be and go be it” from an Avett Brothers song, and “Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise”. ![]() In November year 2011, Hoover began her first novel, Slammed, with zero intention of publishing it. ![]() She worked in various teaching and social work positions before beginning her writing career. Hoover has a degree in Social Work from Texas A&M-Commerce. In 2000 she married Heath Hoover, with whom she has three children. She grew up in the Saltillo, Texas and graduated from the Saltillo High School in year 1998. Hoover was born on December 11, 1979, in Sulfur Springs, Texas, the son of Vannoy Fite and Eddie Fennell. ![]()
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