Presents anecdotes of celebrities who flew on MGM Grand Air, and brief profiles of the flight attendants and the company

“There is only one Kinky Friedman.” —St. Petersburg Times Raunchy, offbeat, and hilarious, The Mile High Club, complete with a surprise ending, is Kinky at his considerable best. It all starts with a casual flirtation, two people on a flight from Dallas to New York. She’s gorgeous and mysterious; he’s a private detective. When the plane lands, the detective—our hero, Kinky—finds he’s been left holding the bag, literally. The woman, having asked the Kinkster to watch her luggage while she visits the can, has taken a powder and somehow vanished. Mystery Woman does turn up again, but not before Kinky has claimed the interest of an array of suits from the State Department, been party to a thwarted kidnap attempt by Arab terrorists, and found a dead Israeli agent parked on the toilet of his downtown Manhattan loft. Employing the able-bodied assistance of his usual sidekicks, the Village Irregulars, Kinky eventually gets to the bottom of all the comings and goings of the many visitors to his loft, including two late-night visits by the mysterious and suddenly affectionate woman from the plane and one not-so-late-night visit by her angry brother.

My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss's handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation--if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He's not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot's being...attentive. His eyes linger a little longer than they should, and there's a heat behind them that I haven't felt before. And then, in the shock of all shocks, he tells me that my vulnerability is appealing. But when was I vulnerable? Horror dawns...Has my boss been reading my emails to Edgar? Damn it, why did I use my work email? Oh no, does he know what I really think of him? I'd rather die than ever admit it. Or, even worse: is it possible that the man I loathe in real life is the man I'm falling for online?

Rachel Kramer Bussel’s newest collection brings to life the popular fantasy of having sex on an airplane, from commercial jets to private planes and even aboard Air Force One. Couples and strangers alike manage to find ways to surreptitiously get each other off as they fly the friendly skies, spicing up their sex lives with a dash of exhibitionism, excitement, and danger. In these steamy stories, readers encounter seductions by strangers, naughty flight attendants and perverted pilots, a screen star who’s hot-to-trot, a female flying instructor who takes two male students under her wing, and a couple who take advantage of the latest in in-flight technology. Featuring works by Geneva King, Alison Tyler, Thomas S. Roche, Elizabeth Coldwell, Jeremy Edwards, and others, these authors go way beyond the crowded airplane bathroom to show just how many ways there are to get it on while onboard.

Reporter Mel feels like her heart is about to leap from her chest as she hides in someone else’s hotel room bathtub. She had planned on waiting outside the room in order to get a scoop on the world-famous author Jack Devlin, but she ended up sneaking into his room when no one was looking! It was a mistake. When she hears Jack returning to his room, Mel panics, falls and is knocked unconscious… She wakes up in a bed next to Jack himself and his unguarded smile sets her heart racing.