5 Star Review – Clam Jam by R.C. Boldt

This book was hilarious!  I could not stop laughing.  I’m talking gut clenching, accidentally pee your pants, snort like a pig, belly LAUGHING!!!! Our hero, Ryland is amazing!  Sweet, romantic, funny…and pretending to be gay so he can move in with Maggie, our delightfully sassy and classy heroine.  She just got quite the “surprise” from her fiance and now needs a new roommate.  Enter Ryland…who has been watching Maggie from afar, something she has no idea about.  And to get in to her apartment and convince her he’s a “safe” bet, he claims to be gay.  Maggie takes the bait and so begins the most amazingly heroic, memorable, and humorous courtship I have ever read.  Seriously.  I do not want to spoil any of this but let me tell you, if you want to start the new year off on a lighter note, on a book so full of romance and absolutely no angst, Clam Jam is the book you want to check out.  The chemistry Ryland and Maggie have is unbelievable…and yet even though they are claiming to be best friends, the inner dialogue they have with themselves (and even the scenes they have by themselves…alone, in their own rooms) are so hot and erotic, it blows the mind.  The dynamics of this relationship, they blew my mind.  I’ve never chuckled so much, sighed so much, or had my panties melt so much….simultaneously, while reading the same book, in the longest time.  This book is refreshing and different.  The plot was fast moving and kept you so engrossed, you did NOT want to put the book down…ever.  And as much as you couldn’t wait for Ryland to come clean, you DIDN’T want him to….because that would mean this book and is ending and truthfully, I could read about their antics, forever.  There are some secondary characters that even make this story funnier, and have you hoping that RC Boldt decides to tell their stories as well!  Overall, if Clam Jam is any indication of the future works of Ms. Boldt, the future is looking stunningly bright and shiny, indeed!  5 stars!
Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block.
RC Boldt
Releasing January 10th, 2017
“Clam Jam”
Definition: the female equivalent of a cock
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. 

Inhaling deeply, I continue, “But I have to be honest with you. I’ve recently broken up with my dirtbag fiancé”—I break off with what I hope is a lighthearted laugh, but I swear it comes out sounding strained and a touch maniacal—“and I’m not interested in having a roommate who’s a guy and—”

“I’m gay.”

I jerk, startled by his interrupting admission. And if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I detected a little hint of surprise in his eyes.

My eyebrows arch. “Really?” Shoot. That’s rude because even I hear the tinge of disbelieving doubt in my voice.

“Yes.” He nods, clasping his hands together and leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table. “Jack and I have been together for years now.” One of his hands reaches up to tug on his earlobe. “We still have a bit of an”—he pauses, lips pressing thin as though he’s trying to word it correctly—“open relationship, and I feel it’s best … to have a separate place and not be continuously underfoot.”

Huhhhhh. I’m still processing this information when he continues.

“So”—he flashes a smile that makes my insides all gooey—“you wouldn’t have anything to worry about with me.”

“Okay,” I say slowly, “but what about guests and sleepovers? Because I’m not a huge fan of having to listen to moaning and—”

“Not a problem.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I can totally stay at Jack’s place. He doesn’t have a roommate. It’s no big deal.” He flashes me another smile, and I feel my ovaries weep his name.

It’s a good thing he’s gay. Otherwise, let’s be real. I’d likely end up being that roommate who accidentally-on-purpose “sleepwalks” into his bedroom—naked—and has sex with him.

Holy crap. Did I really just think that? Bad, Maggie. Baaaad, Maggie.

Glancing over his paperwork, I say, “If you don’t mind, I have a few other applicants to interview.” Lies. I’m totally stalling. Raising my eyes, I find him watching me expectantly; that gaze centered on me in such a way that I feel like I’m the only person who exists right now. “But, tentatively, I’d like to offer you the room for rent.”

If I thought Ryland’s smile was ovary-lurch inducing before, this one trumps that. Big time. It’s blindingly bright and infectious, and I can’t help but return it. We sit there for a moment before he clears his throat, and I remember what else I have to tell him.


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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