Definition: the female equivalent of a cock
block.
CLAM JAM
RC Boldt
Releasing January 10th, 2017
"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.
Maggie
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.
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.
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.
Ry
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.
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.
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.
EXCERPT
Ry’s lips against mine. That’s all I can think
of as I return to my room, closing the door quietly behind me.
My brain goes off on a tangent,
imagining Ry’s soft lips brushing against mine, teasing me, before his tongue sweeps inside to taste me. Leaning my back
against the door, I raise my fingertips to graze my lips.
Is it possible to have kisser’s
remorse? You know, like buyer’s remorse except,
in this case, you’ve kissed someone and are really regretting the fact that
it’s over? If so, I’m pretty sure I have a serious case of it.
It might be terminal.
Walking over to my dresser, I slide
open my top drawer—the one I keep all of my underwear and bras in—and slip my
hand to the back. When my fingers wrap around what I’m looking for, I get that tense
feeling. Like the time Sister Margaret caught me throwing away my salami
sandwich in the second grade. Dang woman had eyes in the back of her head, I
tell you.
Shoving that nagging feeling to the
back of my mind, I reach for the two batteries, quickly inserting them before
snapping the lid shut and laying my vibrator on my bed while I undress. Once
I’m naked, I slide beneath my covers and turn it on, praying the covers muffle
the noise enough that Ry doesn’t hear—doesn’t realize what I’m doing.
Doesn’t realize I’m thinking of him
while I touch myself. Oooh, yes, that’s right. Naughty Maggie has come out to
play. My mind begins to run rampant with scenarios. One, in particular, takes hold …
Suddenly, my bedroom door opens, and
Ry’s silhouette is in my doorway.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I … um,” I stutter, knowing I’ve been
caught red-handed.
He steps farther inside my bedroom, and I notice that he’s wearing only a
pair of boxer-briefs, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric, and
he’s hard. So hard.
“Are you touching yourself, Mags?” His
voice is raspy, like he’s just as turned
on as I am. And the fact that I turn him on is just all sorts of hot.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He moves closer, standing beside my
bed. “Show me.”
CAT'S REVIEW
"Clam Jam" by RC Boldt. Being this was my first read by this author, I wasn't sure what to expect. Well, I was pleasantly surprised and quite happy I took the chance. Ms. Boldt had me laughing and smiling throughout. Maggie and Ry are terrific. Mags is funny, I loved her inner dialagues and her wit. Ry is so yummy and so sexy and an all around good guy. The plot was fun and filled with comic relief yet also some heartfelt feelings and emotions. Honestly, too, I had to look up clam jam and found it's a real thing! Who knew? LOL I certainly would recommend "Clam Jam" if you are looking for a funny story that has all the romance needed to warm your heart. (Received copy for honest review)
★★★★
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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