Title: Clam Jam
Author: RC Boldt
Genre: Romantic Comedy/New Adult Romance
Release Date: 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.
“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?
***ARC provided in exchange for an honest review - Michelle / Scandalous Book Blog***
Maggie and Ry's story is not your normal love at first sight tale,,, well it is but not a straight forward girl meets boy love story.
The start of the book had me laughing immediately at Maggie's dirty mind and strange sense of humour, leaving work early to go and seduce her partner only to find he has had the same idea but not with her!! After obviously telling him to sling his hook she now needs to find a new room mate who can help her keep the apartment going, she knows exactly the type of person she wants, Male..... and gay.
Not that Maggie is aware but Ry has had his sights on her for a while and when the opportunity arises to become her room mate he has no option to make her believe he is gay and his unsuspected best friend Jack is going to be his "open relationship partner"
Ry and Maggie's attraction to each other is off the charts , not that each other are aware of this, Maggie is lusting after what she believes is a gay man, Ry thinks Maggie only loves him as a friend, you can tell how messy this is going to get. Lines get blurred between friendship and lovers, each other wanting what is right in front of their faces, the sexual tension ( and sex scenes ) are HOT !! when Maggie decides to start dating again Ry has to go to the extreme to prevent any guy getting close no matter what he has to do.
I will admit i did get slightly frustrated, Ry just tell her !!! Maggie wake up and realize that a gay guy probably doesn't really enjoy the things he is enjoying doing to your body, and let me tell you there is lots of enjoyment going on !!
Maggie has been lied to by her ex and she whole heartily trusts Ry so how will she react when and IF he confesses !!
The writing of this book is perfect , a great mix of banter, laugh out loud moments, romance and of course the steamy sex scenes. A good book to read if you are not looking for too much drama but enough to keep you interested. Well worth a read.
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.