They have changed over time. Many go downhill after they get whipsawed between 1. A contract that calls for a book a year and 2. Running out of fresh idea.
Off the top of my head, I’d say the first half dozen by the British suspense author Gerald Seymour. And even he has gone downhill under the pressure to produce books with or without new ideas.
My favorite author was Michael Crichton. I read everything he published. Then he died.
My next favorite author was Vince Flynn. I read everything he published. Then he died.
My next favorite author was Elmore Leonard. I read everything he published. Then he died.
I no longer have a favorite author. It’s too dangerous.
At least Leonard died an old man. But the problem with Leonard is he spoils you for any other author.