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

“Thank you. I thought it would be me comforting you, not the other way round.”


“I’m just grateful I got the chance to know her. If she dies, at least I’ll have had that. She hasn’t moved at all since they put her in bed.” His voice broke a little and there was a small, quiet silence. “I’m gonna go home now, get some clean duds, tell the boys what happened.” A pause whilst Lew flinched. “Not the whole thing. Just that she’s hurt and in here and such. And when you know what you’re going to do to get that thing, you let me know, you hear? Let me know what I can do.” He turned, with dignity, to Carter, still standing by the doorway. “I’ll be back this afternoon, Detective Inspector Carter.”


Carter inclined his head. “I’ll tell them to expect you, Mr. Rollins. Do you have a telephone number I can call if there’s any change? Or somewhere I can send a message?”


Chapter 54