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

With a jerk, Lew pulled back into himself.


He controlled his erratic breathing and pushed out again, this time with intent.


He’d known Archie had a rudimentary knowledge after their visits to Kelly—but he hadn’t told Lew he was working toward a particular aim. Lew had gathered he had been living a life similar to Lew’s own. He’d taken on the responsibility that came with the knowledge and the power willingly, despite being so hapless, but hadn’t known enough to do anything particular with it. He’d said as much to Lew.


But once again, Lew came up against the shiver of energy that told him Archie had come across something dangerous. This time he approached it cautiously, feeling around the edges before he went any closer. He’d felt this before. Archie had done a particular Working, with a specific intent…the same one Mira had done. Fucking hell. Archie had followed Mira’s example and tried to Pull himself his ideal job. Suddenly, there it was.


Chapter 28