Clam Jam by R.C. Boldt



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“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.


This book is absolutely hilarious. Like laugh-out-loud, stomach cramps, whooping cough after you’re done laughing, type of laughter. At the 7% mark (based on what my kindle said), I was cackling.

Our story starts off with Maggie, who has caught her future husband in bed with someone else. Then, after she kicks him to the curb, she needs a roommate. Enter Ry.

One of my favorite aspects of this story was that while it was utterly hilarious, as the story goes on, you actually find yourself more and more endeared to the characters. You start feeling bad for Maggie and for Ry because they’re both in this weird space with each other. So I enjoyed that balance that was created between the humor and also the seriousness and romance.

I think it takes a lot of talent to take on a more classic idea (to me, this one has the friends to lovers, but also roommate to lovers thing going on), and flipping it around. So for example, Ry is really the romantic. I loved seeing his viewpoint in the story and seeing how he really felt. Whereas Maggie’s character was more of the one who was feeling like she was lusting after her roommate.

I keep wanting to ramble on and on about this book because I loved it that much. It actually really was a beacon of light for me (I know that sounds incredibly dramatic), but I’ve had some heavy stuff on my plate and this book just gave me such a great laugh. It totally cheered up my spirits.

I am new to this author but I would absolutely recommend her work and this book to other readers. If you are looking for a book with laughs, love, and everything in between, this is the book for you.


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About the Author

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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