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

Eventually, after an interminable time, the kettle whistled. Lew drew back slightly to turn the gas off and Alec stepped away and spoke into the weighted silence. “I need to get back to the station and then go to the hospital and find out what’s happening.” Tyler’s whole body tensed.


“I’m pretty sure that was the same thing that killed Archie. You said there were a load more bodies. Were they the same?” He poured more water into the teapot, hands still shaking.


He was supposed to be the one asking the questions, but he answered all the same. “More or less. There are…changes…in the brain. Even if they aren’t mauled, the changes are there.”


“The brain…the brain is dissolved.”


Silence. Then. “Dissolved? How many of them?”


Chapter 52