Clam Jam Release & Review




“Clam Jam”

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.



First, I love this title! That alone had me cracking up. I just knew the author was going to have a great sense of humor. I loved her writing style. The way she introduced the characters and their situations was genius. I’m glad she skipped over the drama and went straight to Maggie picking herself up and moving on. And I love that we get to see Ry and Maggie’s relationship from the day they met to their HEA.

I adored Ry and Mags! They were the perfect blend of fun, sweet friends and passionate lovers. They were so cute together as friends/roommates. I enjoyed watching their connection strengthen and their feelings grow. And I love the napkin notes that Ry introduced and what they represented. Then when things started heating up…whew! It was hot! I was a little worried about Maggie and her cluelessness to Ry’s sexuality. How could she not see it?! Of course, it’s easy to ignore what’s right in front of you sometimes.

Side note in reference to the bathroom scene: Poor sweet Mags…I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself either!

One thing that bugged me is that I have no idea what Maggie does. She is at work a lot in this book, and her boss is alluded to on multiple occasions, but it’s not clear what she does. And if it’s mentioned, I apologize because I missed it.



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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.

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