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 gas lamps were coming on in the thin drizzle as he made his way home. He’d go and see Mira first thing in the morning and see if she would Work with him, Kelly, and Mrs. Finn. 17: Carter at the Bugle Club, 1921


The Bugle Club was exactly as Alec had imagined. He deliberately avoided the phrase his brain was flinging around (‘den of iniquity’), because it made him feel as if he was channeling his Aunt Maud. However…


The non-Aunt Maud part of his brain thought it was wonderful. Dim and smoky, with brightly painted murals on the walls and waitresses dressed as birds of paradise. The orchestra…or band?…band, probably, was tuning up. They were a mishmash collection of old and young, male and female, and black and white, which made him start for a second and stare. His understanding of ‘blues’ music was that it was an American Negro affair. He mentioned it to the barman as he leaned on the bar watching him measure out his drink.


Chapter 39