"Camilla!" Jules said in a hush, mildly scandalized by the implication that she might write erotica. She understood it existed and therefore someone had to write it, and it did make a certain degree of sense for a spinster with no other outlets to be the culprit. Particularly one who had been expelled for dallying with men at fifteen — all in all, she fit the profile. Still, Camilla knew her, so must have known how ridiculous the idea was. Juliana was hardly a raging cauldron of lust.

"I wouldn't even know where to start, if I tried," she said with a shake of her head. "I write — book reviews, mainly."

A lie, obviously, but she had commented on the work of several other researchers (most notably Picardy), so it wasn't entirely out of the realm of her expertise.