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 were you thinking!” she yelped at him, rhetorically. “You weren’t, were you? That’s two of us he’s got to pick away at now and we have to make sure our histories match!”


She didn’t let him interrupt. “I told him we were foster siblings. That I was adopted. I can’t even remember what I said! What if he works it out?”


“I don’t know!” Lew shouted, finally. “Okay? I don’t know. And anyway, I didn’t point him to you. I don’t know how he found you. I told him Archie had helped me to find you and I had to check you were all right. I didn’t tell him anything else.” He stress-ate a piece of toast. “And it’s not you he’s interested in. It’s me. What did he ask you?”


Chapter 41