Welcome! My name is Camille Elliot, and I write Christian Regency Suspense with slow-burn romance and a touch of the supernatural. Thank you for—
“Cut!” Lissa, one of my characters, shouts and stomps onto the stage.
I stare at her. “I’m not filming a commercial.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re being boring.”
I shift uncomfortably, because she’s probably right. “Well then, what should I say? I’m writing a blog post for someone who doesn’t know anything about my books.”
“If you start with pleasantries, I will hide your tea,” she threatens. “All of it.”
I gasp in horror. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me!”
“I was just going to ask readers to subscribe to my newsletter.”
“I shall topple into the shrubbery as I fall dead asleep on my feet.”
“Rude,” I mutter.
“Maybe start with an explosion. Or at least a hideous hat that ruins my reputation forever.”
“Your reputation wasn’t ruined,” I protest. “You were simply unfortunately overheard.”
“As I insulted a hat.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t insult hats!” I tell her. (However, I admit she is likely right, because it was the same hat Lady Wynwood insulted in The Spinster’s Christmas.)
“I hope you warned them there’s kissing. And crime. And my mother.”
“That last one would scare them away.”
“Well, your books aren’t for faint-hearted misses, are they?”
She has a point.
Anyway—
Let’s try this again.
✅ exclusive stories
✅ behind-the-scenes secrets
✅ and most importantly…
🎁 A free prequel novella to kick things off!
It’s called Lissa and the Spy, and it’s yours to download right now:
👉 Click here to download Lissa and the Spy
(No spy credentials required. But you might need your email address.)
Spring, 1807
London
If only she were allowed to open her mouth.
Lissa reflected that in all fairness, she was not prohibited from opening her mouth. She was allowed to drink champagne and eat the delicacies offered by the host of the ball. She was allowed to discuss the weather, she was sure. And her mother likely wouldn’t be disappointed if she discussed fashion with a young lady or gentleman. She might even be allowed to say something ignorant about Napoleon, as long as she accompanied her words with a smile and a giggle.
But she had been ordered—under threat of being sent back home even in the midst of the Season—to keep her tongue under control while in London. Lissa didn’t think her tongue was particularly out of control. She had perfect control of her words. She had completely meant what she said when she compared Lady Adderly’s hat to a molting chicken.
⸻
Jeremy’s still upset about that. But you don’t have to be.
Meet them both and start the adventure:
Download your free book and keep reading.
“Cut!” Lissa, one of my characters, shouts and stomps onto the stage.
I stare at her. “I’m not filming a commercial.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re being boring.”
I shift uncomfortably, because she’s probably right. “Well then, what should I say? I’m writing a blog post for someone who doesn’t know anything about my books.”
“If you start with pleasantries, I will hide your tea,” she threatens. “All of it.”
I gasp in horror. “You wouldn’t!”
“Try me!”
“I was just going to ask readers to subscribe to my newsletter.”
“I shall topple into the shrubbery as I fall dead asleep on my feet.”
“Rude,” I mutter.
“Maybe start with an explosion. Or at least a hideous hat that ruins my reputation forever.”
“Your reputation wasn’t ruined,” I protest. “You were simply unfortunately overheard.”
“As I insulted a hat.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t insult hats!” I tell her. (However, I admit she is likely right, because it was the same hat Lady Wynwood insulted in The Spinster’s Christmas.)
“I hope you warned them there’s kissing. And crime. And my mother.”
“That last one would scare them away.”
“Well, your books aren’t for faint-hearted misses, are they?”
She has a point.
Anyway—
Let’s try this again.
Hello! I’m Camille Elliot.
I invite you to join my reader list so that you can get things like:✅ exclusive stories
✅ behind-the-scenes secrets
✅ and most importantly…
🎁 A free prequel novella to kick things off!
It’s called Lissa and the Spy, and it’s yours to download right now:
👉 Click here to download Lissa and the Spy
(No spy credentials required. But you might need your email address.)
What’s it about?
In her hunt for a husband of convenience, Lissa accidentally runs afoul of a secretive government agent—Lord Jeremy Stoude—who ropes her into his dangerous mission. Cue mistaken identities, societal sabotage, hidden wounds, and ahem, unfortunate bonnet abuse.Here’s a peek inside…
⸻Spring, 1807
London
If only she were allowed to open her mouth.
Lissa reflected that in all fairness, she was not prohibited from opening her mouth. She was allowed to drink champagne and eat the delicacies offered by the host of the ball. She was allowed to discuss the weather, she was sure. And her mother likely wouldn’t be disappointed if she discussed fashion with a young lady or gentleman. She might even be allowed to say something ignorant about Napoleon, as long as she accompanied her words with a smile and a giggle.
But she had been ordered—under threat of being sent back home even in the midst of the Season—to keep her tongue under control while in London. Lissa didn’t think her tongue was particularly out of control. She had perfect control of her words. She had completely meant what she said when she compared Lady Adderly’s hat to a molting chicken.
⸻
Jeremy’s still upset about that. But you don’t have to be.
Meet them both and start the adventure:
Download your free book and keep reading.
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