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.
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.
I don’t think I’ve read a R. C. Boldt book I didn’t like and Clam Jam is no different! R. C. Boldt mixes humor, romance and hot sex to create this perfectly fun novel!
Maggie is minus a roommate after she catches her boyfriend cheating on her. She would live alone, but the apartment she lives in is expensive. So she posts flyers looking for a roommate. Enter Ryland. He’s sweet, sexy, funny and…gay. It’s the perfect living arrangement. They become fast friends, best friends and start doing everything together. Except, when Maggie decides she’s ready to start dating again, Ry clam jams her at every turn.
I love the phrase clam jam! So freaking much!
These characters are great. Some of Boldt’s best in my opinion. Maggie is immediately likable and her inner voice is hysterical. Her sassy best friend, Sarah, is great. Ryland is a dream. He is like the perfect guy. Then there is his “boyfriend”/best friend, Jack.
I loved the whole concept of the story. However, I found myself wanting to yell at Maggie for not seeing Ryland for what he really was. I mean, seriously? How clueless can you be? It takes 90% of the book before Ry’s secret finally comes out and things implode. Of course, there is a happy ending and, honestly, the feminist in me was super happy it took Maggie so long to forgive Ry. He deserved to suffer for what he did, even if his motives were good.
Clam Jam is an awesome read with all the great pieces to a great romance novel!
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.