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

The old man was thoughtful. “That might explain what I felt.” He mused out loud. “I don’t think she’ll be able to Work anymore. Her ability is gone. That’s why she couldn’t feel The Border.”


“That’s what I wondered. It seems like that might be the case. I’m sure her throat wound closed a little whilst we were waiting for the doctor—I think it might have been the Pull she took.” Tyler was thinking out loud, as well. “She should have been dead.”


Grant had been silent up to this point, but Alec saw him draw a breath to speak and braced himself for whatever excoriating dismissal was coming. “So, we think it’s been Pulling from the victims to feed? But that Miss Fonteyne managed to somehow reverse the Pull before it attacked her and that’s why she wasn’t killed outright?”


There was a short, pungent silence and then Tyler said, “Yes, Detective Sergeant Grant, that is exactly what we think.” His tone was rather tight and perfectly polite.


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