From Marie Johnston comes a holiday, age gap, boss's daughter romance. Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is a quiet week on my mom's ranch while she's gone and to watch my nieces and nephews open presents on Christmas morning. I'd also like to be rescued from a power outage in a snowstorm and be thrown into the warm bed of a hot man. Even better if I've had a major thing for that guy for most of my life. If I walk in on him doing laundry when every stitch of his clothing is in the wash, I'll consider that the best present ever. What I'd really like for Christmas is for him to get over our age difference and the fact that he works for my mom and finally admit he has feelings for me. But that might be a Christmas miracle I won't receive. Christmas wishes, Nora Barron

Marie Johnston was born and raised in the upper Midwest. She continues to live there, enduring frigid winters as a trade-off for smaller bugs, with her husband and four kids. She writes in between her part-time work as a med tech and adjunct instructor for the local community college. Marie hopes to bow out of the lab gracefully and dedicate more time to writing in the near future. Until then, she will continue to sneak to the library to write or greet the crack of dawn with her computer, because nothing attracts kids or an old cat like sitting with an open laptop on the couch.