Furlough to Love

Leslie Cole has been out of work for a year after being furloughed from her job as flight attendant. When she spots an ad for a cook on an oil rig, she knows that even though it doesn’t exactly say men only, women need not apply. Desperate for work, she goes to a business that specializes in disguises, and emerges with a young, slender male look. Surprisingly, she’s offered the job but is told it is isolated- no drinking on the job, no smoking, no bringing lady friends out to the rigs. However, she didn’t count on the boss man, Evan Granger, being young, good-looking, and eyeing her with strange and assessing looks.


Published: 08/2011
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 71,506
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: Sensual
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



Zelma Orr


© Copyright by Zelma Orr, August 2011
© Cover Art by Kat Richards, August 2011
ISBN 978-1-60394-517-2
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


It had been almost a year since she was furloughed from her job as flight attendant with the airline. Job cuts were extensive and the idea of getting a similar job vanished as thousands found themselves out of work with curtailment of many flights.

For a while, she didn’t worry. With six years of spending little and paying attention to a savings program her dad worked out for her, she wasn’t in financial need. But, as time went by and nothing was settled with the airline, she grew uneasy.

At first, she put her expertise to work as a cosmetics counselor, but remunerative return was small. A family friend helped her get on as cashier at their local bank, but standing behind a caged window all day brought out her claustrophobic tendencies.

Her last three months working as a short order cook along the beaches in California had been just plain old fun. She was tanned to a deep honey gold, her short, light brown hair was sun-streaked. And rather odd that she made more money there than anywhere else she had tried since the airlines. Besides, it had been a lot more fun.

Talk about a drastic change. She glanced around the room with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It reminded her she hadn’t eaten breakfast.

There were seven more applicants for the same position with an oil company. The advertisement in the paper a week ago had been specific: “Experienced cook wanted. Isolated oil digs. Primitive conditions. Supply experience a must. No drinking. Strict safety regulations must be followed at all times. Interviews scheduled Holiday Inn, Oklahoma City, eight o’clock, morning, 15 September. Physical examination required. Bring resumes and references.”

One woman sat among the assortment of males in the room. Leslie had no idea an advertisement like the one she answered would take women, and she had appeared with that in mind.

In an establishment well known for its authentic and outlandish costumes and makeup, she had found a sympathetic expert who covered her smooth complexion with a beard where Leslie couldn’t detect any falseness. Her short hair was little different than some of the male styles worn by men her age, short, but full on the top and sides.

Long, slim fingers covered her mouth to hide the grin as she remembered the other masquerade to further the appearance of a male. The attendant where she’d worked up the disguise told her what she could do. Otherwise, she would never have thought about it. She had taken a man’s jockey strap, stuffed some of her panty hose into it. It had made an unmistakable male feature across her flat pelvic region.

If they ever fall out, I’m in trouble.