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

After a moment, Alec asked, “Tell me what you think we should do.”


“I think we should go and talk to Kelly. He thought between us all, him, his daughter, Mira, and me, we should have been able to either kill it or push it back through The Border into the Outlands. You arrived five or ten minutes before we could do that. It definitely came because of what Kelly was doing. Apparently, they can sense energy being manipulated and they can somehow zone in on Workers, even when they’re not actually Working.”


He finished up his brandy and put his head down again, elbows on knees, hands linked behind his head in his dusty fair hair. Alec very badly wanted to put his fingers there, too. Instead he asked, unusually diffidently, “Do you think he’ll talk to me?”


“Yes. He said I could tell you about him. Of all of us, he knows most about this stuff. He’s tracked and caught things like this before, he said.”


“Well that’s our next move then. We go and see him.”


Chapter 57