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

“I don’t bloody care! The police can take a running jump! If they want to cover it up, then there’s something there and it’s a story! We follow it. That’s what an investigative reporterdoes, Tyler! He bloody well investigates!”


At that point, Alec chapped on the dark wood of the open door and coughed politely. “Mr. McGovern? Detective Inspector Carter.” He paused. “Mr. Tyler. What an unexpected pleasure.” His tone was bland.


Tyler choked. His face was still bruised.


McGovern though, changed gear smoothly. “I wondered when you’d turn up. Come in. What do you want?” He gestured to a chair by the mahogany desk. “Lew, get out there and do your job. And tell Annie to get us some tea whilst you’re passing her on your way out.”


Tyler shot him an incredulous glance and he back-pedaled swiftly. “I’ll ask her. Or better still, I’ll do it myself in a minute. Go.” He glared from under his green eye-shade before taking it off and throwing it on the desk, leaning back in his chair.


Chapter 36