Commitment-phobic young Londoner comes across a time machine and uses it to live out her fantasies with famous historical men.
Bored with both her job assisting a well-known science writer and with her very nice boyfriend, Anthony, flirty 29-year-old Lucy Lyon spends much time imagining how her romantic life could be different. Craving excitement, she fixates on all the men, living and dead, she would sleep with if she really could have anyone she wanted. Her curiosity is naturally piqued, then, when her boss, Kay, receives a time machine from a besotted fellow scientist. Unimpressed with the contraption, Kay passes it along to her only employee—prior to sacking her. The timing couldn’t be better: The gift arrives the day after Lucy dumps Anthony. Lucy immediately tries out her new toy, stopping first in 1813 to meet Lord Byron at the peak of his fame. She and the poet do indeed make a lust connection, after getting wasted on absinthe in Switzerland. Lucy then disguises herself as a boy to apprentice for Leonardo da Vinci, who turns out to prefer her in lad-drag. Next up is ancient Rome and a lecherous Ovid, who nearly gets her killed in a gladiator ring when she threatens to expose his indiscretions. Casanova and Al Capone make appearances too, but it slowly dawns on Lucy that none of the men match up to her ex, whose biggest flaw was his availability. When Anthony reconnects with an old flame, Lucy is sent into a tailspin of regret and considers using the machine to get him back—if she can. Wright (Love Eternally, 2005, etc.) deserves credit for the genre-bending plot, but both time travel and wacky British singletons have been handled better elsewhere.
Cute in parts, but too long, and with an especially dense heroine.