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M.J. Rose

M.J. Rose


M.J. Rose is the international best selling author of eleven novels and two non-fiction books on marketing.

Her fiction and non-fiction has appeared in many magazines and reviews including Oprah Magazine. She has been featured in the New York Times, Newsweek, Time, USA Today and on the Today Show, and NPR radio.

Rose graduated from Syracuse University, spent the '80s in advertising, has a commercial in the Museum of Modern Art in NYC and since 2005 has run the first marketing company for authors -

The television series PAST LIFE, was based on Rose's novels in the Renincarnationist series. She is one of the founding board members of International Thriller Writers and runs the blog- Buzz, Balls & Hype.

She is also the co-founder of and

Rose lives in CT with her husband the musician and composer, Doug Scofield, and their very spoiled and often photographed dog, Winka.

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Lost Book of Fragrances

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The Book of Lost Fragrances 


A Novel of Suspense

by M.J. Rose

Rumors say a secret mysterious scent developed in Cleopatra's time holds the power to unlock the ability to remember past lives and conclusively prove reincarnation.

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A Secret Worth Dying For ... 

Jac L'Etoile has always been haunted by visions of the past, her earliest memories infused with the exotic scents that she grew up with as the heir to a storied French perfume company. These worsened after her mother's suicide until she finally found a doctor who helped her, teaching her to explore the mythological symbolism in her visions and thus lessen their painful impact. This ability led Jac to a wildly successful career as a mythologist, television personality and author.

When her brother, Robbie-who's taken over the House of L'Etoile from their father-contacts Jac about a remarkable discovery in the family archives, she's skeptical. But when Robbie goes missing before he can share the secret-leaving a dead body in his wake-Jac is plunged into a world she thought she'd left behind.

Traveling back to Paris to investigate Robbie's disappearance, Jac discovers that the secret is a mysterious scent developed in Cleopatra's time. Could the rumors swirling be true? Can this ancient perfume hold the power to unlock the ability to remember past lives and conclusively prove reincarnation? If this possession has the power to change the world, then it's not only worth living for . . . it's worth killing for, too.

The Book of Lost Fragrances fuses history, passion and suspense in an intoxicating web that moves from Cleopatra's Egypt and the terrors of revolutionary France to Tibet's battle with China and the glamour of modern-day Paris. This marvelous, spellbinding novel mixes the sensory allure of Perfume with the heartbreaking beauty of The Time Traveler's Wife, coming to life as richly as our most wildly imagined dreams.

From the reviewers:

"Clever, with beguiling characters, a wonderful mixture of suspense and pace and good old fashioned storytelling." -New York Times Bestseller Kate Mosse

"Deliciously sensual...Rose imbues her characters with rich internal lives in a complex plot that races to a satisfying finish." -Publisher's Weekly (starred)

"An absorbing and thrilling ride through the centuries." -Library Journal

"A simmering brew that mingles the erotic sensuality of Patrick Suskind's Perfume with the dark and timeless obsessions of Rider Haggard's classic, She. M.J. Rose has once again again dipped into the deep flask of history and brought those rich aromas of the past back to life through the eyes of Jac L'Etoile, a woman who has mastered the scent of conflict, passion and danger." -New York Times bestselling author Katherine Neville

"The Book of Lost Fragrances by M.J. Rose is an amazing novel, an utterly engrossing thriller that weaves together reincarnation, ancient Egypt, international intrigue, and a lost book of fragrances. Elegantly written, with unforgettable characters and flawlessly realized international settings, here is a novel that will keep you up all night-and leave you with powerful feelings of revelation, wonder, and the infinitude of human possibility." -New York Times bestselling author Douglas Preston

"A bewitching brew of history and suspense, as well as a deeply felt love story that transcends time, The Book of Lost Fragrances had me spellbound from the very beginning, taking me from Ancient Egypt to Napoleonic France to the mordern day. This is a book full of delicious surprises, superb research, and brilliantly drawn characters that will live on in your heart long after you turn the last page." -Anne Fortier, author of Juliet

"The Book of Lost Fragrances is one of those rare novels that reminds us of the beauty and enormous complexity of the human soul. The way Rose uses perfume's evocative power is both intelligent and intriguing - triggering her characters memories of their current lives as well as memories of their past lives. This novel is a marvelous discovery." -Javier Sierra

"The Book of Lost Fragrances resonates with spirit, blending myth with reality, tragedy with triumph, pain with joy. You'll find yourself questioning everything you believe-and wanting more." -New York Times bestselling author Steve Berry

"Clever, with beguiling characters; a wonderful mixture of suspense and pace and good old fashioned storytelling, and the research never gets in the way of the plot." -Kate Mosse, author of Labyrinth, Sepulchre, and The Winter Ghosts



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An Excerpt from

The Book of Lost Fragrances

A Novel of Suspense


M.J. Rose


Copyright © 2012 by M.J. Rose and published here with her permission





But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection. -Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past



Chapter 1.

Alexandria, Egypt, 1799


Giles L'Etoile was a master of scent, not a thief. He had never stolen anything but one woman's heart, and she'd always said she'd given that willingly. But on this chilly Egyptian evening, as he descended the rickety ladder into the ancient tomb, each tentative footstep brought him closer to criminality.


Preceding L'Etoile had been an explorer, an engineer, an architect, an artist, a cartographer and, of course, the general himself--all the savants from Napoleon's army of intellectuals and scientists now stealing into a sacred burial place that had remained untouched for thousands of years. The crypt had been discovered the day before by the explorer Emile Saurent and his team of Egyptian boys, who had stopped digging when they unearthed the sealed stone door. Now the twenty-nine-year-old Napoleon would have the privilege of being the first man to see what had lain lost and forgotten for millennia. It was no secret that he entertained dreams of conquering Egypt. But his grand ambitions went beyond military conquests. Under his aegis, Egypt's history was being explored, studied and mapped.


At the bottom of the ladder, L'Etoile joined the assembled party in a dimly lit vestibule. He sniffed and identified limestone and plaster dust, stale air and the workers' body odor, and a hint of another scent almost too faint to take in.


Four pink granite columns, their bases buried under piles of dirt and debris, held up a ceiling painted with a rich lapis lazuli and a silver astronomical star chart. Cut into the walls were several doors, one larger than the others. Here Saurent was already chiseling away at its plaster seal.


The walls of the antechamber were painted with delicate and detailed murals, beautifully rendered in earth-toned colors. The murals were so vibrant L'Etoile expected to smell the paint, but it was Napoleon's cologne he breathed in. The stylized motif of water lilies that bordered the crypt and framed the paintings interested the perfumer. Egyptians called the flower the Blue Lotus and had been using its essence in perfumes for thousands of years. L'Etoile, who at thirty had already spent almost a decade studying the sophisticated and ancient Egyptian art of perfume making, knew this flower and its properties well. Its perfume was lovely, but what separated it from other flowers was its hallucinogenic properties. He'd experienced them firsthand and found them to be an excellent solution when his past rose up and pushed at his present.


The lotus wasn't the only floral element in the paintings. Workers took seeds from sacks in storerooms in the first panel and planted beds in the next. In the following panel they tended the emerging shoots and blooms and trees and then in progression cut the flowers, boughs and herbs and picked the fruit. In the last they carried the bounty to the man L'Etoile assumed was the deceased, and laid it at his feet.


As more plaster fell and chips hit the alabaster floor, Abu, the guide Saurent had brought, lectured the men about what they were seeing. Abu's recitation was interesting, but the odors of perspiration, burning wicks and chalky dust began to overwhelm L'Etoile, and he glanced over at the general. As much as the perfumer suffered, he knew it was worse for Napoleon. So great was the commander's sensitivity to scent, he couldn't tolerate being around certain servants, soldiers or women whose smell disagreed with him. There were stories of his extended baths and his excessive use of eau de cologne - his private blend made of lemon, citron, bergamot and rosemary. The general even had special candles (they lit this dark chamber now) sent over from France because they were made with a wax obtained by crystallizing sperm whale oil that burned with a less noxious odor.


Napoleon's obsession was one of the reasons L'Etoile was still in Egypt. The general had asked him to stay on longer so he could have a perfumer at his disposal. L'Etoile hadn't minded. Everything that had mattered to him in Paris had been lost six years before during the Reign of Terror. Nothing waited for him at home but memories.


As Saurent chipped away at the last of the plaster, the perfumer edged closer to study the deep carvings on the door. Here too was a border of blue lotus, these framing cartouches of the same indecipherable hieroglyphics that one saw all across Egypt. Perhaps the newly discovered stone in the port city of Rashid would yield clues as to how to translate these markings.


"All done," Saurent said as he gave his tools to one of the Egyptian boys and dusted off his hands. "Général?"


Napoleon stepped up to the portal and tried to twist the still-bright brass ring. Coughed. Pulled harder. The general was lean, almost emaciated, and L'Etoile hoped he'd be able to make it budge. Finally, a loud creaking echoed in the cavern as the door swung open.


Saurent and L'Etoile joined the general on the threshold, all three of them thrusting their candles into the darkness to enliven the inner chamber, and in the flickering pale yellow light, a corridor filled with treasures revealed itself.


But it wasn't the elaborate wall drawings in the passageway, the alabaster jars, the finely carved and decorated sculptures, or the treasure-filled wooden chests that L'Etoile would remember for the rest of his life. It was the warm, sweet air that rushed out to embrace him.


The perfumer smelled death and history. Faint whiffs of tired flowers, fruits, herbs and woods. Most of these he was familiar with - but he smelled other notes, too. Weaker. Less familiar. Only ideas of scents, really, but they mesmerized him and drew him forward, tantalizing and entreating like a lovely dream on the verge of being lost forever.


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