FIGHT FICTION: RINGSIDE JEZEBEL
Terry was too much woman for too many men. First there was promoter Frank Chelsea. He could make or break a fighter with a single word – but he couldn't find the word to satisfy Terry.
Next came virile, handsome Jimmy Biddle. He was a small-time fighter headed for the top when he met her – and she betrayed him.
Last there was brilliant, sophisticated George Strand. He introduced her to the world of the intellect – and she outsmarted him.
Terry took what she wanted from each of them and gave her body in return. But there was one she couldn't forget.
RINGSIDE JEZEBEL
BRUTE MEN AND EAGER WOMEN
Women and sweat are the rewards of a fighter who makes the grade . . . sometimes his only rewards.
The sweat comes naturally. The women flock around the ringsides, the dressing-room doors, eager for the tough of a successful fighter's hard muscles and surging manhood . . . and the money he makes in an evening and spend the same night . . . The sweat does a man good.
The women are often his ruin, the most deadly pleasures, the most poisonous delights a man can get himself involved in . . . That's the kind of girl Terry was . . . a girl with the smell of battling men in her pretty nostrils, the taste of their kisses on her beautiful lips, the feel of their money in her dainty hands.
When Jimmy Biddle met Terry his career as a prizefighter reached its peak . . . and so did his life as a man . . . because nobody who met Terry was ever the same again.
