It started in Cinnamon Grove...three women, a table at the coffee shop, and a few too many day drinks. After spending much of their twenties and half their thirties on self help, they traded those tired themes for something delicious, dark, and filthy, and then the strangest thing began to happen, because whatever they whispered out loud in their meetings started showing up in real life. In-Flight Entertainment is that same table, once a month, with the microphones on. We read a book together, we say the thing we actually want out loud, and we find out whether the universe was listening.
T.L. Martin writes high heat Black romance out of a city in Georgia called Cinnamon Grove, where the coffee shop is Novel Grounds, the lounge is Sanctuary, and the soccer club is the Atlanta Strikers. Eleven books in, and the city keeps getting bigger.
She built The Cockpit Chix because the book club in her own novels would not stay on the page...readers kept showing up talking like them, toasting like them, and naming what they wanted out loud at brunch. So she gave them a room, a manifest, and a monthly flight.
One world, several front doors. This is one of them, darling.
MEET YOUR PILOTNothing arrives until somebody names it. Ask the women it already happened to.
There is no jealousy in a fictional harem, and we will not be taking questions.
The toast. Every single time, whether the glass is full or not.
We have photos. That is the entire enforcement mechanism and it works.
Every rung buys something different. Not more of the same thing, and never a discount on the last one. Pick the seat that suits you, and know that you can move whenever you like.
There is no button on this one. Founding Members are chosen, fifty at a time, four times, and then never again. They board first on every release for as long as this thing exists, they get first refusal on anything we only make forty of, and their names stay on the founding manifest permanently. The standing costs nothing and it follows you wherever you sit.
Seven questions, three seats, and a boarding pass with your name printed on it at the end. Your seat tells us what you reach for at eleven at night and what we ought to be putting in front of you...and yes, everything good around here gets offered to the manifest before it goes anywhere else.
TAKE THE QUIZ