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 timechecking 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 . . .
Last night, my son threw up everywhere – on me, all over the couch, all over a blanket, on the
hallway/living room carpet, on a bathroom mat, etc. The items listed above are what carried
me through this.
• 1 1⁄2 bottles of Febreze
• 1 bottle of carpet refresher
• 1 package of baby wipes
• 2 showers for me
• 2 showers for my son
• Several cups of laundry detergent
• Lots of shower gel/bath soap
• 1 regular daily dose of Zoloft
• Most importantly, 1 happy, healthy smile on my son’s face this morning as he told me that he was feeling better
2.) Two bath poufs
The fate of a bath mat, a stuffed animal, and a few pairs of clothes has not yet been
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.