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

It had clearly been something pretty savage that had killed him. No human, or indeed a rogue dog come to that, would have ripped his throat out like that. Tyler shuddered at the memory. He hadn’t been able to pick up anything at the scene—Archie had been already cold and the killer hadn’t left any impressions other than hunger and rage.


He had liked Archie and spent quite a bit of time with him one way or another, but they’d not had a great deal in common. Archie had as much to hide as he had himself. It was a bad shock to see him ripped to shreds like that when he wasn’t expecting it. So much so he’d allowed Carter to work out there was a connection there. He was going to have to be careful how he handled Carter. He wasn’t a man who would be easily put off, and Lew couldn’t see him being sympathetic to Lew’s other secret life, either. The attraction of his broad shoulders and quiet competence was a red herring Lew couldn’t afford.


Chapter 23