Lew Rogers's life is pleasantly boring until his friend Mira messes with magic she doesn't understand. While searching for her, he's pulled back in time to 1919 by a catastrophic magical accident. As he tries to navigate a strange time and find his friend in the smoky music clubs of Soho, the last thing he needs is Detective Alec Carter suspecting him of murder.<br><br>London in 1919 is cold, wet, and tired from four years of war. Alec is back in the Metropolitan Police after slogging out his army service on the Western Front. Falling for a suspect in a gruesome murder case is not on his agenda, however attractive he finds the other man.<br><br>Both men are floundering and out of their depth, struggling to come to terms with feelings they didn't ask for and didn't expect. Both have secrets that could get them arrested or killed. In the middle of a murder investigation that involves wild magic, mysterious creatures, and illegal sexual desire, who is safe to trust?

Lost in Time

He glanced out the window. Still raining. It seemed to have been raining constantly. Initially, of course, he hadn’t realized what had happened. His phone hadn’t worked…fuck, where was his phone? He wobbled out of bed and searched through the pockets of the coat chucked over a chair in the corner. He sighed with relief. It was still there.


He got back into the bed and tried to gather his thoughts.


He paused and breathed for a bit, clutching the iPhone, letting everything settle.


He concluded he needed to be extremely careful they didn’t think he was bonkers and lock him up. Perhaps the concussion would cover that up—it would be easier for them to interpret his confusion as the result of a head injury than as a symptom of inadvertent time travel. Then he could get away and try to track Mira.


Being warm and dry again was an enormous relief.


Chapter 6