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

“Yes, ma’am. Dr. Grimes was just reminding me the patient was awake.” She smiled at Lew. “I wasn’t going to leave you with only toast, though, sir. Really!”


“Well, my insatiable curiosity demanded he invite you to join us, and here you are.” She paused for breath and McGovern cut across her.


“Eat your ham, Ella, and leave him be for a bit. The chap is still white as a sheet.”


She laughed and apologized. “I’m so sorry. Please do ignore me, I’m being dreadfully rude!”


“Not at all, Mrs. Fortune, I’m just so grateful you found me. And thank you, Dr. Grimes, for your hospitality.”


“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Tyler. I’m delighted to be able to help. In fact, I believe that may also be on Mrs. Fortune’s agenda.” He turned to the lady again. “You might as well lay it out for him, Ella. You’re going to explode if you keep quiet any longer.” His voice was dryly amused.


Chapter 8