The big publishers piss me off with their politics, ebook demands, and the way they screw over their talent— so unless someone gifts me something I buy indie fiction exclusively. The problem with that is it has a bad name because so many writers refuse to hire editors, so I generally check out their blogs and tweets before I buy to see how serious they are, or get a promo trial and count errors.
If you see “beta readers” or “my editor”, you can usually be sure it’s not going to be someone’s personal Mary Sue fanfic with the names changed and tense-shifts and mixed metaphors that require knowledge of quantum mechanics to understand.
This author is proudly indie, and she has every right to be. Her books are professionally edited, but more importantly, she surpasses the homogenous corporate creations within her genres in creativity and entertainment value. I’ve been snatching up her whole catalog.
In this book, Drummond again masters the art of tightly knitting a Heinlein heroine with Whedonesque dialog in a world where paranormal seems normal. The first book in the Discord Jones series is dramatic and saturated with action but lightened up with considerable sarcastic and situational humor— there’s a self-defense scene that made me laugh so loud I woke the baby. (In fact, once I started I was only able to put it down when his naps were over. I didn’t even remember to eat!)