Checked by Jennifer Jamelli
(Checked #1)
Publication date: December 17th 2013
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
(Checked #1)
Publication date: December 17th 2013
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Checked is the first book in a new trilogy.
Callie spends countless hours staring at appliances to make sure they are really unplugged. She wastes obscene amounts of time checking for murderers in various corners of her house and entire sleepless nights performing pointless checking rituals. Then every spare minute is filled with inspecting doorknobs, chairs, floors, etc. for minuscule traces of germs. Oh, and she does all of this as she counts to three over and over again in her head. She does this every day. Without fail. Dr. Blake just doesn’t fit into her schedule. Until he does. Until Callie begins to trust him. Until she starts to need him. And want him. And . . .
Callie spends countless hours staring at appliances to make sure they are really unplugged. She wastes obscene amounts of time checking for murderers in various corners of her house and entire sleepless nights performing pointless checking rituals. Then every spare minute is filled with inspecting doorknobs, chairs, floors, etc. for minuscule traces of germs. Oh, and she does all of this as she counts to three over and over again in her head. She does this every day. Without fail. Dr. Blake just doesn’t fit into her schedule. Until he does. Until Callie begins to trust him. Until she starts to need him. And want him. And . . .
“Calista.” That quiet voice pulls me around yet
again.
I freeze. He’s looking at me. Sorrowful
eyes…heavy…inconsolable. A tragedy in blue.
I can’t look away. I begin to feel a dull ache
in my left side. {Damien Rice fills my
head with “The Blower’s Daughter.”}
His eyes hold mine. They are relentless. The
sharpening pain in my side weighs me down, cementing my shoes to their place on
the floor. My lips part slightly as my body tries to remember to breathe.
In slow motion almost, he releases me, closing
his eyes and clenching them shut. The blue eyes that open back up to me are
hard, stony.
He swiftly spins his chair to grab the box of
tissues on his bookshelf. Without meeting my eyes, he turns back around and
holds the box out to me.
“To help you out
of here,” he says in an almost
inaudible voice. What?
“Th-thank you,” I stammer. I clutch my purse and take
six slow steps toward his desk. Three steps at a time. One two three. One two
three.
He stares past me, blankly looking at the door.
I pull three white tissues from the box he’s holding and turn back to his point
of focus. When I get to the silver doorknob, I quickly cover it with the three
tissues spread out in my left hand.
And I’m out.
Jennifer Jamelli has spent most of her life reading and writing; she
holds both a Bachelor of Arts and a Master of Arts in English, and she
is an 8th grade English teacher.
She also directs a musical production each school year. Her most recent show was Beauty and the Beast.
Jennifer lives with her husband and her four-year-old son.
She, like the main character in her debut novel, has a rather hopeless case of OCD.
She also directs a musical production each school year. Her most recent show was Beauty and the Beast.
Jennifer lives with her husband and her four-year-old son.
She, like the main character in her debut novel, has a rather hopeless case of OCD.
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