Nett’s Shorts

A Secret Dose A companion to Becoming Mr. Archer.  Tara Billings has received a secret request from her patient, someone she is envious of despite her prognosis.  Will she agree to do what’s asked of her? Excerpt:       “How are you feeling today?” I asked, when her smile faded.  As had happened before, she wilted when relieved of Jonas’ concerned scrutiny.      “I’m ready for this to be over.”      “Mmm,” I murmured.  I was not surprised by her comment.  The majority of my patients reached this stage sooner or later.      “Can you help me?”      She met my sharp look with calm resolve.  Yes, she meant what I thought she did.  While what she was asking for was not illegal in our state, as a nurse, it was not something I could provide the means for - and I was glad for the reason to decline.      “I’m sorry, Angela, but this is something you need to discuss...

Becoming Mr. Archer A companion to Rendering.  Jonas, whose only goal was wealth, ended up as a compassionate, mild-mannered innkeeper.  How did his desire to be rich transform into a desire to enrich the lives of others?  This is the story of Mr. Archer. Excerpt:     “There’s something I haven’t told you.  Not that I didn’t want to, but he made me promise.”       “He?”  I sat up, pulling her with me.  “Who is this ‘he’?”       “My dad.”       My quickened pulse calmed, although unease still skittered down my spine.  “He wished you to keep something from me?”       “Just until we were married.  He wanted to make sure of your intentions.”       Looking away, I asked, “Did you share this concern?”       “No!”  She put her hand on my cheek, turning me to face her.  “No, Jonas.  Not at all.  But he was a...

  Rendering A companion to Interminable.  Jessica Stanton is nothing but a marionette, her domineering mother the puppeteer.  When a dangerous encounter is swept under the rug, the strings controlling her begin to fray.  Will she have the courage to stand on her own? Excerpt:      The next few days were spent in a frenzy of creation, channeling all her anger and trepidation into new art.  Each stroke of a paintbrush or swipe of a pastel reinforced her decision to make her own path.       When she finally came up for air, she ran into Mr. Archer on her way back from some much needed time in the sun.       “Ah, Miss Stanton!  I haven’t seen you in a while!”       “Yeah, I’ve been working on some new pieces.”       “You’ll have to show me before you go.  You’ll be leaving us soon, yes?”       “Actually,” Jessica walked over to join him at the...

Interminable Do you believe in reincarnation?  What if we were sent back time and time again until we achieved a life of worth?  Stuck in an endless cycle of death and rebirth, Daniel has given up hope of ever being good enough. Excerpt:      When a bright light became visible at the end of the tunnel, he fought against it in panicked desperation, but the increasing pressure was too much for his frail form to overcome.  The first breath that entered his lungs was expelled with a screeching cry of frustrated anger and despair.  Latex covered hands poked and prodded as he continued to wail, then cocooned him in warmth insufficient to soothe his misery.       “Do you want to hold him?” someone asked.       “No,” came another voice, feeble but adamant.  “Take it away.”       The rejection was nothing compared to the torturous memories temporarily remaining in his possession.  ...

Bedeviling Bethany lives with a bully she can’t escape, constantly tormented at every turn.  There is only one way she can make it stop, but will it really end the bedeviling? Excerpt:      “Are there problems at home?” Andrews asked, staring pointedly at her bruised cheek.      As she had spent the duration of the meeting sobbing in the bathroom, the concealer was long gone.  Despite his concern, it was clear he wasn’t pleased with her.      “N-no, sir.”      “If you need help…”      “No, sir.  I-I fell.  That’s all.”      “So there’s nothing going on to interfere with your work?”      Twisting a soggy tissue in her hands, she evaded his probing eyes.  “N-no, sir.”      Andrews leaned back in his chair, his brows drawing together even more when its sharp squeak made Bethany jump.  “You’re sure.”      “Y-yes, sir.”  ...

  Eyes Like Whiskey Gwen is an outcast.  People keep their distance because she calls a pack of wolves family - except for the hunters who come way too close!  When someone new moves to town, she hopes to finally make a connection.  Will he accept her for who she is? Excerpt:      Her old grandfather clock chimed a third time as they broke from each other, satiated and damp with sweat.      “Damn, Gwen.  You’re gonna [unalive] me before long,” he panted.      “But you’ll [expire] with a smile on your face,” she teased, draping a slim leg over his.      “That I will.  That I will.”  He mindlessly caressed her thigh, finding again the long scabby strip he had been too preoccupied to ask about earlier.  “What happened here?”      “Oh that?  Just a scrape.”       She tried to move her leg away, but Mike wouldn’t let go.  “A deep one by the fee...

Bones After careening off a mountain road in the midst of a brutal winter, Brandon is found and nursed back to health by a reclusive bear of a man.  A man with secrets. Excerpt:     Careful not to touch them, lest the man notice a change in their position, he limped the length of the shelf they sat upon to examine the array of specimens.  He wasn’t knowledgeable of such things, but some seemed rather new.  The word ‘fresh’ came to mind.  Others appeared a bit older, with a handful giving the impression of being quite aged.  Each were adorned with an etched design too hard to make out in the poor light.  No matter what angle he viewed them, nor how much he squinted, he couldn’t determine what it was the man had carved into them. Giving up, he decided to investigate other parts of the cabin.  It didn’t take long to realize there was nothing else of interest to see, so he returned to his pallet - where he soo...