In an exhilarating new novel, Scent of Danger (Strong Books; $24.95 hardcover, March, 2011), American international treasure hunter, Paul D'Arneau, is asked by Gens de Verite, an ancient French organization, to investigate the theft of a secret perfume formula, and is immediately swept up in a maelstrom of cryptic messages, personal assaults, and murder. The formula dates back to the days of Napoleon, the discovery of the Rosetta Stone, the controversy over the Elgin Marbles, and possibly Cleopatra. Renowned for his expertise in forensics, esteemed for his rectitude in the shadowy world that trades in cultural artifacts, and his ability to track and authenticate stolen art treasures, Paul seizes Verite's offer as a chance to broaden his career as well as earn a six-figure compensation and the promise of a $1 million bonus if he succeeds. What are the secrets hidden in Egyptian temples? In the tomb of the mysterious Lady Beckett? In a tiny blue perfume bottle? What is the connection to bioterrorism, Islamic extremists, and to the rainforests of the Japanese underworld? The suspenseful storyline, punctuated by slices of authentic history, keeps readers hanging on until the novel's stunning climax.