By: R.C. Boldt
Releasing January 10, 2017
Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block.
Example: You’re chatting with a guy you’re interested in and your friend comes along and lays claim to him.
That’s my life—except it’s worse. My friend who keeps “jamming” me is my gay roommate and if that isn’t a W.T.F. moment, I’m not sure what is.
Fact: He went home with three—yes, three—of the guys I had been so sure were into me.
Fact: He’s really pissing me off. I mean, hello? I’m trying to get back in the saddle, but I’ll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of fifty if he keeps this up.
Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren’t gay. Why do all the hot, sweet, tender-hearted guys have to be gay?
Fact: My gay-dar needs a serious tune-up.
The day I interviewed for the room to rent, everything changed. I knew I had met “the girl”, except there was one small problem: she didn’t want anything to do with men. I recognized a top-notch force field when I saw one. She’d been burned badly and didn’t want to deal with a heterosexual guy as a roommate. I could’ve turned around and found another place to live, but I wanted to live there—with her.
So I had to go “undercover”.
Fact: I’m in love with my roommate.
Fact: I’m a likely candidate for carpal tunnel surgery since all the action I’ve had for the past year has been my hand.
Fact: She’s going to hate me if I come clean now.
Fact: I’m not giving up. Which means, I’ll just have to continue to run defense until I figure out a way to get Maggie to see the “real” me.
The me that loves her.
The me that would never do her wrong.
Until then, I’ll keep running off every guy who shows any interest.
Until then, I’ll continue to Clam Jam.
Sascha Darlington’s Review
One of my favorite escapes is reading rom-coms. You can lose yourself in pages of laughs and kisses and forget about all of the blah-blah-blah on the outside. So obviously, I knew when I saw the blurb of R. C. Boldt’s Clam Jam that I needed to read this book. Just the idea of Ry stealing away Maggie’s prospective dates made me chuckle. There are a lot of funny moments as Maggie attempts to put the brakes on her growing attraction for Ry while Ry is constantly “clam jamming.”
Ryland exemplifies one of the new wave perfect romance heroes. What do I mean when I say new wave? I mean the nice guys, guys who don’t act like dicks. They treat the heroine well, remember important dates, do special things, and are exactly the type of guy you’d like in real life. Of course, Ryland wasn’t too perfect because he took far too long to tell Maggie the most important thing: he wasn’t gay! But who wants a guy who is too perfect?
As for Maggie, she was a passable heroine. If this were a thriller, she would definitely be in the TSTL category as she was the only one who didn’t figure out that Ry wasn’t gay. But I also wonder why her best friend didn’t clue her in earlier considering that Clam Jam takes place during a year’s time. With that said, Maggie did nice things like provide the homeless man with meals so I’ll cut her some slack.
And, in all of this fun there was some major heat. Maggie and Ry frequently combust. Check out the excerpt below for a little taste. Yum.
Clam Jam is told in first person with Maggie and Ry alternating chapters. Initially Maggie’s tone is extremely conversational, very funny, but sometimes over-the-top, and I thought that it would be difficult to maintain that voice throughout. And it was. The tone shifts frequently and it even appears in one of Ry’s chapters and was noticeable because Ry’s tone was much more even.
One thing that didn’t work for me was that Clam Jam dragged on a bit and the clam jamming became repetitive and a little boring, especially after Ry and Maggie’s sexual encounter, which was when it all should have been coming to a climax…so to speak (wink, wink). I expected Ry to confess much earlier and, for the life of me, couldn’t understand Maggie’s reaction when he did. She was in love with him but instead of asking him “why” he lied, she just had a major sulk.
I enjoyed the novel and it made me laugh many times. I very much appreciated the fresh take and ideas. The writing flowed and held my interest. So if you’re looking for some fun escapism, I do recommend that you give Clam Jam a try.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
rating: (3 butterflies and a ladybug)
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“Ryland James!” I bang on his bathroom door, hollering loudly. “Did you eat the last—”
The door swings open, drawing my speech to a sudden halt because … ooooh, sweet, dripping wet abs.
My eyes are riveted.
He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and I don’t even realize I’m moving until Ry releases a sharp hiss at my touch. Because my finger is tracing over the slight indentations in his abdominal muscles.
“Um …” He clears his throat, his voice husky and deep. “Mags?”
“Uh-huh,” I murmur absently, my fingertip stopping one of the trickling droplets of water on his skin, tracing it down over his belly button, and—
His fingers grasp my wrist, drawing my hand to a halt, and my eyes dart up to his in alarm because crap. That was like an out-of-body experience.
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry. I just really, um … crap.” That’s all I can utter. Nonsense. No one would believe I have my graduate degree if they heard me right now.
If my tongue had a voice of its own, it would probably say something like, “Just the tip. That’s all I want.” The tip of my tongue tracing over Ry’s abs, that is. You know, just to prove someone Photoshopped him. Or not.
Because I’ll take one for the team. I’m a giver like that. People might even think of canonizing me as a saint after all this. Really.
Oh, and then … Abracadabra! Poof! He’d no longer be gay, profess his undying love for me, and wouldn’t ever leave me for another guy.
Wow. That scenario even sounds crazy in my head.
Shaking off my thoughts, I take one more glance down at his abs—just one more glance—and that’s when I see it.
“Oh, boy,” I breathe out. Ry is hard, tenting the towel, and I really want it to drop. Accidentally, of course. Like an “oops” moment. Totally harmless and innocent.
Oh. My. God. I’m a horrible person. I’m thinking of my roommate’s penis! My roommate who has quickly become one of my best friends.
Oh, the shame!
Where did this inner slut come from? It’s like she’s been lying in wait—for him, apparently.
But, really. I can take a little peek, right?
RC Boldt is the wife of Mr. Boldt, a retired Navy Chief, mother of Little Miss Boldt, and former teacher of many students. She currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.
Q&A with RC Boldt
Describe yourself in five words or less.
Sarcastic, organized, wino, loud, happy
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
Maggie, with her internal dialogue, was the most fun to write. She was definitely quirky in her own right but, I like to think she’s also quite realistic in voicing what I feel a lot of women think.
Name three things on your desk right now.
My planner, my Sharpie ultra fine point pen, and my laptop.
If you could trade places with anyone for just one day, who would you be?
My daughter, because I never went to Pre-K and I’m pretty much convinced I missed out on something HUGE. Snack time, going to the park, Art, etc. No homework, no bills, singing out of tune without any judgment… Sign me up for that.
What are some books that you enjoyed recently?
Managed by Kristen Callihan, Someone Like You by Lauren Layne, and Vicious by L.J. Shen.
Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
I am so incredibly grateful for your support! I could never truly manage to put into words how thankful I am.
Can you tell us about your upcoming book?
Out of the Ashes is scheduled for release in May. It’s a standalone about a Navy SEAL who was left in the hands of hell’s cruelest gatekeepers and the one woman ready to show him that his life isn’t over, that he’s worthy of love. She might be the only one to prove to him that sometimes even a phoenix needs help rising out of the ashes.