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

He went to sit again, but, “She told you to go home, Detective Inspector Carter,” Rollins’s voice drawled from behind him. “Do as she said.” He was standing a little too close, holding a cigarette and watching Alec from behind hooded eyes. “She said she’d talk to Tyler. She’ll do it. Go home.” He watched Alec all the way to the door.


That hadn’t worked out at all how he had thought it would. Although he had no real idea of what he might find out—talking to the sister had been the next logical step. He was even more muddled now than before.


Chapter 40