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 sank back into his chair and took another mouthful of his drink. The next two hours were going to be excruciating.


Mira’s lodgings turned out not to be too far from the Bugle Club, still in Camden. She dismissed with a smile the colleague who usually walked her home. “This is my friend Lew, Tally. We go way back. He’ll see me safe.” They made the short trip through increasingly suburban streets on foot, in silence, and he waited beside her as she fumbled with the door key. “Shush, quietly. Come into the kitchen. Mrs. Fossett will be asleep by now. I don’t want to disturb her, she doesn’t sleep well.” She led the way down the corridor and through the door at the end. “Light the gas mantle, would you?”


Chapter 18