The second umpire frowned. “Come on, man. This ain’t a beauty show. No one gives a rat’s arse what you look like. The crowd’s waiting. Either strip or leave.” Shouting, cheering, and booing erupted. The boxers exchanged a series of precise, methodical punches. As with most such fights, it eventually turned into a bloody mess. Johnson defeated Yew in the third scratch. As Yew stumbled away from the ring, the second challenger was called to fight. Thomas Stanbury’s pale face scrunched with determination as he entered the ring. The same routine as before repeated itself, and then the next bout began. Oh, I insist.” His gaze raked over her chest, a slow, vulgar trek that made her skin crawl. Then he winked. “You may thank me later, if you know what I mean.”

Formal matches took place anywhere large enough to accommodate a crowd, including public houses, empty lots, and markets. In Bethnal Green, one could attend boxing events several times a week. They were scheduled at dawn or after the work day had ended.Standing on his crate, Mr. Giles announced the next bout. “Sledgehammer Johnson will now face off against…the Scarlet Menace.” His voice trailed off as he said her stage name, as if his heart wasn’t quite in it. Her smile broadened. The ability to influence them so easily could become addicting. Interesting how much more power a woman could have with her clothes off than on. Hardly fair, but with few other resources at her disposal, she would squeeze every drop of opportunity from this low hanging fruit. Arrangements were made overnight and early in the morning a ring was set up in a field overlooking Shrewsbury on the other side of the river, outside the loop. As she and Nathan entered the ring, the spectators’ eyes clung to her like tar. A few grunts of surprise and speculative whispers reached her ears.

Reluctant to surrender his gambling habit, Lord Barrymore launched his own club. After his accidental death while on a mission for the Royal Berkshire Militia, his mistress, a big-limbed beauty who fancied fisticuffs herself, seized control of his club. It was either that or return to prostitution to support herself. He gave her gloved hands a cursory rub. “She’s clean,” he announced. Mr. Giles headed to the center of the ring. They arrived a few minutes later. The square ring had been erected in a vacant lot in the standard fashion, with eight wooden stakes spaced at regular intervals. Double ropes looped around the stakes marked the ring’s perimeter. The scratch had already been marked in the middle. Two others outlined each fighter’s corner, where their seconds would stand by to provide water and other support. That’s a prize pair of coker-nuts!” a man shouted. Whistles and a few lewd proposals followed his remark.

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His effort then revealed her true problem. She was hesitating because of him. Everyone else was a stranger to her, so their opinions didn’t matter. As far as she was concerned, baring herself was a means to an end, nothing else. If Nathan wasn’t in the picture, would she have bothered to bribe the umpire?

If you don’t mind spoilers, enjoy this excerpt of Ruby’s boxing adventures from book one in the series, A Tale of Two Thieves:Follow me,” she said to Nathan. Then she stood on tip toe to whisper in his ear. “And quit gawking.”

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On their way to Bethnal Green’s Paradise Row, Nathan turned to Ruby for the third time and asked, “Are you absolutely certain about this plan?” Nevertheless, she allowed herself a moment of glee. Nathan’s invention was amazing, as was her mastery of it. She had never felt so powerful or in such control of a situation. Her success boded well for her future. An umpire called for the fighters to strip to the waist, with a pointed look in her direction. She’d been expecting the request but only removed her waistcoat. Fine. I’ll strip.” Now that she had made her decision, all her doubt vanished. She grasped the hem of her shirt in both hands. So far, they had kept their partnership strictly professional in every way possible. She wasn’t worried about him ogling her, but regardless of intent, any revealing of private body parts could risk compromising their carefully cultivated boundary. She certainly didn’t want to give him the wrong impression.