The Book of Jer3miah: Premonition (Paperback)

by Luisa M. Perkins, Jared Adair


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The Book of Jer3miah: Premonition is a wild ride. Tense, unpredictable, and extremely gripping, it is one of the most intense thrillers I've read this year.
—Jeffrey S. Savage, author of the Shandra Covington mysteries, and The Fourth Nephite

Jeremiah Whitney thinks he's just an ordinary freshman - until his eighteenth birthday, when he accepts the charge to protect a mysterious Mesoamerican box. Unaware of its powerful contents and the ruthless men determined to control it, Jeremiah finds himself the target in a deadly web of conspiracy. With time running out and unseen evil closing in, Jeremiah's faith is pushed to the brink. Now he must race to uncover the truth about the box, the conspiracy, and the ancient secret he carries in his blood.

Also available on DVD. The critically and popularly acclaimed web series The Book of Jer3miah.
"A tight, suspenseful series . . ." New York Times

Product Details

  • Size:  5½" x 8"
  • Pages:  256
  • Year Published:  2013

About the Authors

Luisa M. Perkins is the author of Dispirited and Comfortably Yum. She jumped at the chance to chronicle Jeremiah Whitney’s bizarre story, though she realizes she has taken great risks in doing so. She and her family live in a small town in Southern California.

Jared Adair is a pseudonymous conspiracy theorist, hacker, and corporate whistleblower. He is the unofficial leader of the anti-GDT movement, The Davenport Papers, a community committed to “bringing the truth to light by exposing the atrocities committed by multinational conglomerate Gainsborough Dahl Transglobal.” Little else is known about Adair beyond his online presence and his associations with the missing Dr. Calbert Davenport.

Chapter 1

A Sacred Trust: December 2008

“No way. Are you serious?”

Jeremiah gasped as he tore away the wrapping paper that enveloped his present. His momentary embarrassment over opening a birthday gift in the parking lot of his college dorm vanished. His parents had gone over the top and gotten him a video camera—only the smallest, hottest, best one on the market. He felt bad because he knew his parents couldn’t afford this—not on top of his college expenses—but he couldn’t stop smiling.

The lens cap dangled from the front of the camera on a tiny cord. Jeremiah turned the camera around in his hands and looked through the viewfinder. He laughed. No wonder his parents couldn’t wait until they got to Manti to have him open this. Now he really wished they didn’t have to go to the family reunion; he wanted to stay here and film everything.

“Happy birthday, honey.” His mother hugged him from the side. Still looking through the camera, Jeremiah turned to face her. She waved him away.

He caught sight of a pretty coed walking toward her car. When she saw him filming her, she smiled and gave a seductive wave, mugging for his benefit.

“Jeremiah! Don’t be creepy,” his mom said.

He felt his face go hot as he turned the camera away from the girl. He had been at college for four months, but already he had learned that college girls—at least, the ones that went to school here—were a lot more forward than any he had known in high school. These women would ask you out in the most businesslike of ways, as if you were a car they wanted to test drive. It had struck him as a little weird.

Of course, girls might think he was the weird one if he kept randomly filming them—even if it was with the coolest camera of all time.

Jeremiah turned around in the parking lot, surveying his surroundings through the lens of his new toy. He pushed a button, and everything went green. So cool. “It’s got night vision!”

“Only the best,” Debra said.

“Slow motion …” Jeremiah toggled another switch and zoomed in on the mountains. The detail was incredible. He could see branches on the pines below the tree line on Mount Timpanogos. He gazed at the mountains for a few seconds then swished around to face his parents again. As he did so, a man in the parking lot ducked out of view. Seriously? What a crank. It’s not like Jeremiah was from a news network, or something. The guy didn’t look like a paparazzi-avoiding celebrity. What did he care if he got caught on video?

“I hope it wasn’t too much,” Jeremiah said to his dad. He squinted at the little red, flashing monitor that was tucked under the eyepiece. “Hey … it’s recording?”

His dad laughed. “We wanted to save your reaction for your posterity. You know how you love your journal. We thought this would be another way you could record your life.”

Jeremiah turned and filmed his mother again. She covered her face with her hands.

“Okay, turn it off—at least off me!”
Instead of obeying, Jeremiah zoomed in on her face—the kindest eyes and readiest smile he had ever known. His mom was the best. So was his dad. Roger and Debra Whitney: Parents of the Year. He knew she was happy right now, and he wanted to do exactly what his dad had just said—preserve the moment.

“No, smile,” he said. “This is for your posterity.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “At least let me fix my hair.”

Jeremiah’s dad kidded her. “You should have thought of that when you handed it to him, sweetheart.”

Jeremiah turned and pointed the camera up at the dorm’s second story. His roommate was going to go nuts over this. “Hey, can we go show Porter?”

“Ah, the infamous Porter. All right. We should probably meet him in person anyway, just to put a little fear into him. But five minutes, okay? We’re already late, and Aunt Marilyn hates that.”

Jeremiah’s dad started for the dorm, then turned back. “Oh, and Miah—grab the box in case you need to return it.”

“I won’t need to return it, but—” he definitely wanted the instruction manual. He planned to take full advantage of every feature. His mind already swam with the possibilities of what he could film. This was the best present he’d ever gotten.

He opened the door of his parents’ minivan and grabbed the box.

“Lock the door,” his father called. Whatever. The van didn’t have anything that any normal college student would take, but Jeremiah knew how paranoid his dad could get. It didn’t make sense to irritate him at his point. He pushed the little lock stick down and shut the door.

“Did you lock it?” his mom asked. “Come on, then.” Jeremiah loped up the sidewalk and caught up with them. He was about to switch off the camera, but then stopped.

An overwhelming feeling hit him—he needed to keep filming. What? That made no sense. But he had learned long ago not to ignore this kind of prompting. It wasn’t anxiety—it was a calm, but very direct sort of voice within him that had always kept him safe in the past, as long as he paid attention to it. The very few times he hadn’t, he had regretted it.

His mom turned around again. “Miah! Turn it off. You’ll burn out the batteries or something.”

“No, you can recharge the batteries.” Jeremiah kept his voice light. Most of the time, his parents supported him whenever he followed a prompting, but sometimes—when they were stressed or preoccupied—they got frustrated and annoyed. And those seemed to be the times that it was most crucial that he pay attention and obey.

He didn’t want any friction on his birthday—especially since there was bound to be some between his father and Aunt Marilyn once they got to the family reunion—but he had to listen to the voice.

Sure enough, his dad was in a single-minded, “go-to” mode. “Shut it off, son. We’re in a hurry. You’ll break your neck going up those stairs if your focus is glued to that thing.”

Jeremiah’s feeling grew stronger. Filming what they were doing was important. No way could he shut off the camera, not now. Why didn’t his dad get it after all these years? Why didn’t he recognize that Jeremiah wasn’t just following a whim? But he tried to keep things casual. “What’s the big deal? I just want to film this.”

“Jeremiah.” His mom’s eyes pled. His dad was getting worked up, and she, too, wanted to avoid any conflict.

“I need to film this,” he said simply, praying they’d understand.

“Not another one of your ‘feelings,’” said his dad through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. “Listen,” he continued in a calmer voice, “I know the Holy Ghost tells you lots of things, but He doesn’t tell you to film people walking into buildings. That makes no sense. This is just an ordinary day—except for the fact that it’s your birthday, of course.” He forced a smile, and Jeremiah’s mother shot her husband one of her looks. He volleyed one right back, not backing down.

Jeremiah decided to try to make peace. “Fine,” he said, ostentatiously flipping the “off” switch. As soon as his dad opened the dorm’s door, Jeremiah surreptitiously switched the camera on again.

“Off!” his dad tossed over his shoulder, and Jeremiah complied. For about fifteen seconds, anyway.

On the landing, Jeremiah could hear his dad puffing a bit. “Just one more flight of stairs,” he assured his parents.

“It hasn’t changed since I was here,” his dad said, looking around at the walls of the stairwell.

His wife elbowed him. “In 1922?”

“Hey—” And just like that, Dad’s good humor was restored. Jeremiah’s mom had a special kind of magic. Maybe it was just because his parents had been married for twenty years, but his mom knew exactly how to diffuse his dad’s tension every time. Jeremiah wondered for the thousandth time whether he would ever find anyone who understood him as well as his parents understood one another.

He held the camera low so that his dad wouldn’t see that it was on again. He pointed with his other hand down the hallway as they got to his floor. “Over this way, we have a game room … we’ve got vending machines …”

He stopped, engulfed in a giant bear hug—and then he felt the bear reaching for his new present. Porter. “Whoa, you’re gonna break it!” He tried to maneuver out of his roommate’s grasp, but Porter was just too big.

“Hey!” his dad said, deftly snatching the camera from Jeremiah’s grasp.

Porter let go of him and pulled down his tank top, which had ridden up to expose his flabby belly. Jeremiah tried not to laugh. Lilah must not have reminded Porter to wash his clothes this week. His overflowing laundry bag lay at his feet, and he had clearly run out of underwear—again.

A few weeks earlier, Porter had used one of those home dry cleaning kits on a pair of underwear before church—but he must have run out of such emergency measures.

Porter grinned at Jeremiah. “Is that a new camera, birthday boy? Way cool. Hey, we should hide it in Brian’s room. Maybe we can uncover a conspiracy.” He looked at Jeremiah’s guests, then shook his hair out of his eyes and straightened his spine a bit. “So, you must be Mom and Dad.” Jeremiah’s dad nodded, while his mom tried to look anywhere but at Porter’s state of undress. Porter stuck out his hand. “I’m Porter, your son’s babysitter—”

“Roommate,” Jeremiah interrupted, taking the bait even though he knew Porter was just trying to get a rise out of him. That’s just how Porter showed his affection—by merciless teasing. Porter continued as if Jeremiah hadn’t spoken.

“—which is a full-time job, you know, with all the ladies—”

Jeremiah elbowed his roommate in the ample gut.

His mom blanched. “Ladies?”

Porter guffawed. “Joking! Your son’s like a monk, actually.” He glanced at Jeremiah. “You know, you should really date a little more. You’re only a freshman once.”

Jeremiah couldn’t resist the impulse to needle Porter back a little bit. “Or twice, in your case.” He looked at his mom, willing her not to take Porter so seriously. He knew his roommate looked like a hapless slob, but Jeremiah had discovered pure gold underneath, and he loved the guy like the older brother he’d never had. “This is Porter’s second try. He got kicked out his first time, but that was before his mission.”

His mom stuck her chin out a little; Jeremiah could tell she was trying to assert her motherliness. “Yes, well, speaking of which, now’s the time for you to focus on studying and missionary preparation.”

“Dating isn’t against the commandments,” Jeremiah’s dad said with a grimace.

Porter laughed again. “O-ho! Chalk one up for Dad.” He narrowed his eyes at Jeremiah’s father and made a face as if in deep thought. “So, are you gonna take us out for dinner tonight?”

“No,” Jeremiah answered before his dad could say something rude. “We have a family reunion in Manti. Here.” He handed the camera box to his roommate. “Can you just take this to our room?”

Porter never missed an opportunity to negotiate. “Can I use your meal ticket?”

Jeremiah smiled. He pulled his meal card out of his pocket and handed it over. Porter winked and bent to pick up his overflowing laundry bag.

“We’re late,” Jeremiah’s dad said. “Nice meeting you, Porter.”

Porter ducked his head and started down the stairs.

“Porter!” Jeremiah’s mother called down the stairwell after him. He stopped on the landing and looked back up. “He’s my only son,” she said, and it sounded to Jeremiah like her voice was rough with unshed tears; he wondered why she was getting all emotional all of a sudden. “So keep him on the straight and narrow, huh?”

Porter grinned again and nodded. Jeremiah recognized that his roommate’s manners were the worst, but there was no denying his charm. His mother’s shoulders relaxed. “See ya, Mom and Dad,” Porter called, and bounded down the stairs.

Debra leaned over the railing. “And, Porter! Put on a shirt!” After a pause, she added, “Son.”
She turned back to Jeremiah. “I thought he was a returned missionary,” she said, her eyes wide with bewilderment—but fortunately keeping her voice down.

“Oh, he is,” Jeremiah assured her. How had Porter characterized his attitude toward the gospel? Oh, right. Jeremiah chuckled. “He says he holds onto the iron rod with a bungee cord.”

His mother frowned at this—he’d meant it as a joke, but she could never joke about “kids today” going astray.

“Don’t tell me that. I just hope you act more mature after your mission.”

I already do, Jeremiah protested in his mind, but said nothing.

“I just hope you don’t live in the dorms after your mission,” Roger said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. That was his parents—always concerned for each other, always trying to make one another happy.

“Can I have the camera back?” Jeremiah asked. His dad handed it to him, seeming not to have noticed that it had been on all this time. Jeremiah followed his parents as they hurried down the stairs. It was probably good that they hadn’t made it all the way to Jeremiah’s dorm room. What would his parents say about Porter’s mammoth recliner that took up half of their living space—or the swear-peppered quotes from his notorious ancestor, Porter Rockwell, that Porter had scrawled on notepaper and duct-taped to the walls? Jeremiah’s laughter echoed in the stairwell.

Once they were outside, Jeremiah ran around them, then backed toward the parking lot while keeping the camera aimed at them.

“You’re going to run into a car if you keep walking backward like that,” his mom said. She stopped when they got to the van, frowning as she looked through the passenger window. She jiggled the door handle. It was still locked.

“Honey? Did you put something in here?”

“No.” When would any of them have had time to do that? They had been together since they left the car.

“It has Jeremiah’s name on it.”

Jeremiah leaned the camera in so that he could see his mother’s seat. On it sat a cream-colored envelope, big and square. It looked like a wedding invitation or a graduation announcement, or something fancy like that.

“It wasn’t there when we left. I locked the car,” Jeremiah said.

Were his parents kidding around again? Maybe it was another birthday card. Did they have another surprise for him? Jeremiah hoped not. You didn’t turn eighteen every day, but they’d already spent way too much on him. He knew his mom was thinking about taking a part-time job to ease the strain on their finances.

Roger unlocked the car and retrieved the envelope. He looked at Jeremiah, who nodded. “Open it.”

Inside was a card that looked like it was made out of some kind of really old paper. A funny symbol was stamped on it—a stylized sun with three rectangles in its center. Roger turned it over. In old-fashioned typescript it read, “Manti Library—go immediately.”

Jeremiah looked at his father, who had glanced at his mother with fear and regret in his eyes. Something passed between his parents; Jeremiah hated how they could communicate with a single look while leaving him out of the conversation. He looked back at the card.

“Who knew we were going to Manti?” he wondered aloud, and zoomed in on the words on the card with his camera.

“Shut it off,” his father said—and this time, Jeremiah obeyed.

He climbed into the car. “Hey, does anyone want to fill me in on what’s going on?” But he knew that whatever it was, his parents weren’t ready to tell him. Not yet, anyway. Jeremiah closed his eyes in frustration. He was eighteen now. It was about time he got treated like an adult.

Conspiracy mystery

by  Lisa  -   reviewed on  March 20, 2013

Jeremiah is a young man attending college. He has two great parents who love him, a roommate who is his friend, and he is anticipating the time he can go on an LDS mission. Life is on track for Jeremiah. His eighteenth birthday changes everything. He finds that he is the target of a conspiracy. The exact nature of the threat or where it is coming from is a mystery. He only knows that those he loves the most have been taken from him. Locked in grief he learns of his destiny, the keeper of an ancient relic that is entrusted in his care. His premonitions will help guide him in decisions and who to trust. I enjoyed reading about Jeremiah and his experiences. He has very unique friends who kept the story funny at times and interesting. There is plenty of action and a little bit of romance. It should appeal to both young men and women on up.

the suspense is great!

by  Customer  -   reviewed on  March 06, 2013

This book is so much fun to read. I couldn't put it down, I read it in 3 days! I just wanted to keep reading so I could find out what was going to happen next. It starts off a little slow but it is worth finishing. I can't wait til the next book is released!


by  Kimberly  -   reviewed on  April 05, 2013

According to Goodreads, I've read hundreds of books, is this is one of my new favorites. The pacing is fabulous, the tension thrilling, the characterization is spot on. They all combine to form a masterpiece of mystery and suspense. My only complaint is this: WHERE IS THE NEXT BOOK?! Ahem. Yes. Sorry about that. But I want it. And I want it now.

Fun Read!

by  Shauna  -   reviewed on  March 20, 2013

This was a very fun book! The storyline keeps you going as you try to figure out what is happening, why it is happening, and what is going to happen next. You have suspense, action, mystery, ancient world artifacts, kidnapping, murder, conspiracy, destiny, and of course a little romance. Jeremiah has been charged to be the protector of a very mysterious box. The events that unfold take him to his very depths and beyond. Can he do what is asked of him? Throughout the book you are hanging on every event on every page until the very end.... And then there had better be a next book...because it leaves you hanging even more.


by  Emilee  -   reviewed on  March 20, 2013

The Book of Jeremiah: Premonition was thrilling and exciting. I loved reading it and engaging myself into the story. I was interested right away! Luisa Perkins and Jared Adair are extraodinary authors and this was the first book I read by each of them. I love a good mystery book where I get to try and figure out the ending. There were lots of twists and turns and I enjoyed every second of it. I definitely recommend this book to anyone that loves a good mystery novel.

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