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

“Maybe. Seems suspicious though. We need to get some uniforms out there searching for him. The chap must have had burned clothes from where the lamp hit him. The last thing I can remember is him beating out the flames with his hands. Peculiar hands. Curved fingers. Maybe rheumatism?”


“I’ll tell them to keep an eye out for anyone with burns or burned clothing and I’ll mention the hands. Are you feeling well enough to do this, sir? I can manage fine on my own.” Grant pulled the little car in to a parking space and slammed the door as he exited the vehicle.


Alec winced at the noise and followed him more slowly. He briefly retreated to the bathroom and applied a cold flannel to his head wound, thinking vicious thoughts about every aspect of his life. In the time it had taken them to get back to Wapping, the wound had bled a bit more and he was going to have to have his favorite hat cleaned.


That more or less put the tin lid on his day so far.


Chapter 15