I used to love Jayda’s books, but the last few “books” have been a let down. Not even something I enjoyed as a palette cleanser. The stories just seem to get shorter and shorter, with even less character development, and completely formulaic. The characters aren’t special, the plot isn’t unique in any way, the intimate scenes aren’t inventive or passionate; it’s all just surface level and perfunctory.
I’ve told myself three times now that this will be the last one, but, somehow, I end up reading another one. But I swear, this is my last novella from Jayda. If there’s a full-length book published, I’ll read that, because Jayda is a good writer, but for whatever reason, the 75-page story has become the norm. And after so many, they’re all the same. I don’t even consider 75 pages a novella, just a short story.