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

“It’s real, Carter. You know it’s real. It’s why I’ve been trying to keep you out of it.”


Carter’s hands were shaking around the empty glass. Lew reached out and wrapped his hands round them. “Carter…look at me. Look. At. Me.” He kept his voice low and steady and non-threatening and Carter slowly looked up again and met his eyes. “It’s real. I’m real. You’re real. This is real.” Very gently he took the glass out of the other man’s trembling fingers and placed it on the countertop behind him. He kept hold of his hand. His other hand, he brought up to cup Carter’s jaw. “Alistair,” he said. “Alec. I’m sorry.”


His thumb was stroking along Carter’s jaw, soothing. Carter all of a sudden seemed to give up and turned his cheek into his hand, eyes shut, fingers clasping his own. “This isn’t real,” he repeated under his breath. “It can’t be. I can’t…”


Chapter 45