Cordelia Stapleton is magnificent, with dark hair and the body of an athlete. An orphan whose illustrious ancestor was a great polar explorer, “Delia” has been invited to receive an award on her ancestor’s behalf in glitzy Monaco. Delia, who doesn’t want to leave her job with an oceanographic institute even to take a short vacation, has the time coming to her, and, as her co-workers point out, it’s a great opportunity to break away from her workaholic daily life. She goes, but first stops in New York to see her lawyer and family friend, Jim, who breaks the news that her only living relative has died in London and made her a very wealthy woman. Meanwhile, in Turkey, hunky and almost sinfully handsome John Sinclair leaves his archaeological digs to make it to Monaco in order to hand out the award Delia is coming to accept. John, an international playboy, is wealthy in his own right. The two become enamored of one another faster than a Ferrari takes one of those dangerous, curvy Monte Carlo roads, and soon they’re off in pursuit of a land deed—yes, a land deed. But not just any old land deed. This one is where the vault that houses the world’s emergency supply of seeds sits, and everyone, from the Russians to the Norwegians, wants it. And, it turns out, would kill to obtain it. Pilgrim throws in little bits of science along the way, but most of the novel is weighted down with expensive brand names, luxury hotel rooms and descriptions of the lives of the very rich and pampered. If knowing the pedigree of a rug in someone’s Paris apartment is what trips a reader’s trigger, then this brand-dropping tale is just the thing to make them forget just how much gas went up at the pumps today.The kind of read that will fade from memory the second the last page is turned.