Two artists, Fred and Henry,  immersed in the Pre-Raphaelite art movement, with its yearning for romantic escape from the materialism of Victorian society.  Two men deeply in love with their beautiful models.  But every heart hides a secret and both couples have put certain shameful events behind them, events that, if exposed, could threaten their blissful new life. The Crimson Bed, a family heirloom passed down through the female blood line since Elizabethan times, brings with it ancestral secrets that will eventually affect Fred leading him into the darkness of London slums and a very different world to that of his peaceful home. Passions escalate as he becomes increasingly jealous of his wife’s closeness to her handsome godfather, Lord Percy Dillinger, and when shocking truths finally come to light, their lives will never be the same again . . .

Adult Sexual scenes

The Crimson Bed created by Loretta Proctor an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Crimson Bed

'I'm devastated, Fred. I swear I can't go on living!'


Henry paced up and down the drawing room in an agitated, almost frenzied manner. 


'But Henry, I did warn you she was no good. You wouldn't listen, you were so besotted - '


'Shush, Fred,' said Ellie, 'saying that won't make poor Henry feel better. He loved the girl.'


'Humph!' Fred retired to the window where he looked out feeling something akin to anger. Anger with Henry for being a fool and anger with Rosie Gamm who, as everyone but Henry had expected, had run off from her ladies' academy and disappeared. She had stolen all Henry's savings and few decent possessions and made off with some low-life lover to places unknown. There wasn't even the dignity of running away with a Lord or someone. In the end she had reverted to type. Though why be angry?  He had known all along she was a cheat.


'Here, Henry, have a glass of whisky,' Ellie said.


Chapter 38: Henry is in despair