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

She showed them in to the first room off the short, dark hallway. “He’s in the parlor. I’ll bring you some tea.” Lew ruminated that the 1920s seemed to run on either tea or hard spirits. He was always drinking one or the other.


Kelly was an old man, for any time. He had impressive white side-whiskers and reminded Lew of pictures of Darwin. He rose stiffly to greet them from a leather wing chair by the fireplace. “Mr. Fornham. Mr. Tyler.” He shook Lew’s hand. “To meet a man from the future is a great honor.” He didn’t let go of his hand and Lew felt the cool tingle of power moving over him.


“I’m not a Creature, Mr. Kelly, I assure you.”


“No, you’re not, lad.” He released his hand and stepped back. “Sit down, sit down. Vicky will bring some tea in shortly. And I think she’s been baking. Always baking.” He lowered himself down into his high-backed fireside chair and looked at them solemnly. “How can I help you, young man? You’re a long way from home.”


Chapter 10