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

The boy frozen in the dark shadows behind the wall stayed perfectly still for another hour, until the fire had burned almost to nothing, before he could force himself to move. He crept out slowly, trying not to look at the dead men, and left the brickyard to look for a policeman.


“They’re the bloody buggering same!” He could hear Max’s voice through the closed door of the office. “I don’t believe it!” There was some sort of ominous crash and the lower tones of another voice, before Max, again: “I know it’s impossible, Alfred! That’s what’s upsetting me!” Silence.


Alec opened the door. “Everything all right, old boy?” Max stared at him, dumb, from his seat at the desk. Alfred, his assistant, was standing in front of him, clearly in the process of laying some papers on the desk. The new electric lamp was on the floor. Presumably that had been the crash. Max reached for it slightly bashfully.


Chapter 29