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

Tucked at his table against the wall, unnoticed by the entranced listeners around him, Lew wept.


This was the start of it all and the end of it all. He’d been obsessively focused on this search with no time for anything else for the months, since he’d woken up in that dark alley in the rain, adrift from everything familiar. To see her here, in such an unfamiliar setting, twisted his sense of balance. She ended the song and began another—he recognized it but couldn’t have said what it was. He beckoned over the waitress and ordered another whisky, downing it quickly. He called her back over and as he ordered another he spoke.


“I think I may have met Miss Fonteyne during the war. Is it possible to send a note to her?”


Chapter 17