Rundown: The protagonist, Daisy, is a British "housewife", thirty-something with a teenage son at home, and a husband, and all the usual stuff. Apparently she has trouble holding down jobs and wants excitement, so her dear husband, Paul, sends her off to his buddy Solomon, a private investigator, where she tries her hand at "heir finding". Paul's vain hope is that she'll learn detection is boring, quit, and go back to a quiet office job, or something like that. Of course, she gets pretty quickly into hot water and thrives.
The banter between Daisy and Solomon is enjoyable -- not a romance or anything, just a curious smart lady paired with an anti-social guy (and his sort of mysterious background) who don't really hit it off that well but she's persistent and plucky. And the plot is interesting with components like a missing heir, insurance fraud, mob links, a vulnerable pop star, and a guitar that once belonged to Jimi Hendrix...
The prose style is really facile, and highly readable, and all that; it sweeps along at a smooth, brisk pace. This is an important point: there isn't any "clunk" factor here, and that's kind of rare, especially in what is apparently a first novel.
At the moment, I'm only 87% of the way through the book, but I've already decided it's such good stuff that I wanted to tell you early because I have a stage coach to catch. And I can't imagine this author would bungle the last 13%. It's such a tasty bisquit I would have devoured it in full already but I've had another couple of kettles on the hob at the same time. And I'll also put the author on my List.
In reviews of indy- and small-press work, I traditionally comment upon simple amenities that should go without saying in Big House books, but I feel compelled to say them explicitly. First, this book is well-edited and the copy-editing is also excellent: I've seen only one typo so far, so this is definitely silver rodent award material.
This book came to my attention only because I saw that someone else had read it and I couldn't resist checking it out. So I followed the link and dug up the preview, which sounded so nice and pleasant that I decided to read it anyway. I noticed the author had posted an offer for free review copies a few days before that, so I went ahead and asked. That can't hurt, right? And she sent one. Other than that, I don't know the author and haven't corresponded, yada yada, so this is about as honest a review as they come. I liked it, and I'd read another one by this author, any time.
But I do feel actually like a minor schmuck because I really would have bought it if she hadn't passed me the freebie, and now I feel like I owe her a cup of weak American coffee to make up for lost royalties. ;-)
P.S. Finished it. Good show.