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

“What did you do in France? Mrs. Aitken said you were Motorcycle Despatch.”


“I don’t talk about that.” His face shut down completely and his voice was flat. “It’s over and I don’t talk about it.”


“How often did you and Mr. Fornham meet? When did you last see him?” Grant’s voice chimed in, quietly.


“We just hooked up now and again.” Tyler winced at their puzzled expressions and blew out a breath, rephrasing himself. “We met occasionally for a drink, or at the baths, or for a sandwich. That’s all. We talked. He knew London well. I don’t.”


Tyler froze. He completely froze. “I…er…nowhere really. Nowhere.” His mouth clammed shut in a thin line. “Can I go now? I’ve got photos to drop off to Sedman and then I’ve got to get to the paper.”


Chapter 35