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

“Lie down,” he said, finally, rising to his feet. He didn’t meet Lew’s eyes. He wouldn’t be able to go if he did. “Lie down. You need to sleep.”


Lew looked up at him, also clearly struggling to get himself under control. Alec stepped forward and raised the blankets, still not looking at him.


“Get in, Lew. Get into bed and get some sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning. All of it.”


Again, Lew started, “I…” and then stopped himself, biting that lip again. “I want…Alec.” He was incoherent. Much the same as Alec, actually. Alec eventually lost patience and pushed him gently backwards with a hand in the middle of his chest. He lifted his bare feet up on to the bed as well and dropped the blankets and sheet and quilt over him, safely tucking him away out of temptation.


“Go to sleep.” He reached out and swept that damned elf-lock away again, out of his eyes. “You can’t do anything more tonight and you’re dead on your feet. I’ll see you in the morning.”


Chapter 53