Going Solo Series Casual Car Sex Part One

By Storm Stone

When shy Londoner, Jemma James, dares to visit a singles bar on the wrong side of Vegas, known for its casual sexual encounters, she doesn't expect to be invited outside for Casual Car Sex by the most attractive man in the bar. Damon McDermott, an experienced regular at Alfie's Bar, is immediately attracted to this innocent yet wanton Englishwoman, and the sex, in the backseat of his Cadillac is explosive. Damon, the hot, bad boy of the story, is unnerved by the effect Jemma has on him, she's just too damn disturbing and sensual for his peace of mind . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Stone
• Release date: Mar 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463055069

Storm Stone

UPDATE!Now published on the Smashwords Sale at 99c: The penultimate episode of the Going Solo Series, Part 7, Casual Car Entrapment!A special Thank You to: https://www.postermywall.com/ for the gorgeous new covers of my series: Confessions of a Male Porn Star. PosterMyWall offers a fabulous selection of covers at great prices.UPDATE April 2020Dare to Share your Worst Review Ever!Check out my blog post: My Worst Review Ever! on Goodreads. Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-everThanks to Deep Desires Press for contributing the wonderful covers of the Going Solo Series.Hoping Jemma and Damon's tumultuous affair will give you some relief and release during Lock-Down.Stay home, stay safe.Storm StoneSmashwords: AUTHORS GIVE BACK SALE! now underway - Thousands of Deep-Discounted eBooks!Hoping that you, your friends, and your family might find redemptive strength, comfort, and enjoyment from my books.Take care and stay safe.ProfileStorm Stone loves reading and writing what she calls ’Hard-Core Romance’. She lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, where her and her husband run a non-profit organization.Writing has been a hobby of hers for many years, an escape from the trials of everyday life. Reading created the desire to travel, and she moved to London at the height of the apartheid domination of South Africa.Now, with a more sedate lifestyle, she still sees herself as an ‘old hippy’ who likes to, sometimes, travel over to the wild-side through her reading and writing.Her novel, 'Going Solo', was published in paperback and eBook by Deep Desires Press. .Her current series, 'Confessions of a Male Porn Star', has proved to b a surprising hit, with fans from all over the world following the sexploits of porn star, Johnny Deep. The complete series of all 8 episodes is currently available on Sale at Smashwords.com.Connect with Storm Stone:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stormstoneseries/Twitter: https://twitter.com/HardcoreRomanseEmail: [e-mail]: Deep Desires Press, Interview with Storm Stone:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/serials/id1300411053?i=1000404597976NEW! Check out "My Worst Review Ever!" of Going Solo, published on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-ever.

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Going Solo

Part 1:

Casual Car Sex

Storm Stone

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Going Solo

Part 1: Casual Car Sex

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Storm Stone

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Acknowledgements

I wish to thank Deep Desires Press for believing in me and my writing, particularly Cameron D. James, John Robin and my wonderful editor Dale Lui. I have to mention the gorgeous covers as well, which they so kindly contributed for each episode, as well as the complete, Going Solo, novel. Without their guidance and support this story may never have seen the light of day.

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First published 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Cover design copyright © 2017 by Deep Desires Press

Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Published by Storm Stone at Smashwords

Copyright © 2020 by Storm Stone

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Chapter One

Jemma sat at one end of the bar sipping on her white wine spritzer. It was her first time here at Alfie’s Bar and she’d deliberately arrived early, giving herself time to check out the clientele as the place steadily filled up. She was nervous, her first time visiting this kind of bar, hoping she blended in and no one noticed just how new to this she really was.

As Pink’s rough-edged voice pumped loudly through the club, her gaze was drawn irresistibly toward a secluded booth near the far end of the dimly lit room. There were two men sitting at the booth, one slightly older than the other, but it was the younger man her eyes were constantly drawn to. He must be in his early thirties, she guessed, with an aura of lazy masculinity about him, which was attracting the women in the bar like bees to honey.

While she couldn’t tell the color of his eyes from this distance, she could distinguish the rugged planes of his bone structure when the flashing lights caught his face; the high cheekbones, the defined jaw-line. His hair was quite unusual as well, dark, yet touched with a streaky golden color. Obviously in need of a cut, it brushed against the collar of the open-necked shirt he was wearing.

There were three women at the booth now. A waitress had arrived, bending low over the table, chatting to him. The other two women were hostesses working for the club, Jemma guessed. Both were blonde and busty, simply oozing sex appeal. Jemma sighed, taking another sip of her spritzer. These women were the total opposite of herself; with her small breasts and dark hair, she was way out of their league. Resting her chin on her fist, she continued to gaze at the scene playing out in front of her. The waitress had left while the two blondes continued to do their thing, batting their eyelashes and pouting their painted lips, confident in the knowledge they were every man’s fuck-fantasy. They seemed to know the men well, drinks were flowing and every now and again she would hear loud outbursts of laughter coming from the group.

The two hostesses were sitting up close on either side of the younger man, touching him at every opportunity, and she was sure she saw the one on his right slide her hand beneath the table in the vicinity of his crotch. Jemma frowned, surprised to feel a stab of envy toward the women, especially the one bold enough to fondle him under the table.

His air of sexy arrogance fascinated her, stirring up emotions of excitement and unease. The man was dangerous, there was no doubt about it. Beneath his lazy façade lurked a ruthlessness that was both mesmerizing and menacing. Her skin prickled beneath the stretchy black dress and she looked away, willing the unsettling emotions within her to subside.

The dress she was wearing had been chosen carefully for tonight. She knew Alfie’s Bar was notorious for its casual sexual encounters and she didn’t want to look like a first timer, even if she was one. Spaghetti straps ensured it showed a little cleavage and the length was just above the knee, exactly where she wanted it.

You ready for a top-up, babes? Dee, the friendly barmaid she’d met earlier, asked her.

Thanks, Dee, Jemma responded with a grateful smile. But can you give me some water on the side please? I’m driving home tonight.

Sure, honey.

Dee moved off to select her order and Jemma’s eyes followed the swing of her hips in the tight jeans she was wearing. With her short bleached blonde hair and strong arms covered in graphic tattoos, it was obvious that Dee was comfortable with herself and her sexuality, having no interest in the men who frequented Alfie’s Bar, or any other bar for that matter.

A movement from the booth caught her eye. He was getting up, squeezing past one of the women to get out. The hostess opened her legs and effectively trapped him between them, running her long painted nails along his lower back. He laughed, bracing himself against the table before pulling her hands away and escaping her obvious desire to hold him there.

Jemma didn’t realize she was staring until his gaze locked with hers. Her stomach lurched, anxiety spiking. A mixture of regret and relief brought her back down to earth as he turned away, walking indolently