Naughty Elf: Merry by Lorelei M. Hart

All I want for Christmas is my mate.

I love everything about my life at the North Pole from my job, to my friends, to the abundance of cookies. What more could an elf ask for? Someone to share it with. That’s what. I’ve tried dating, going as far as using the North Pole’s version of a matchmaker. But it always ends the same: me waking up alone.
This year I have a plan. Rumor has it that if you are really naughty, Santa sends you to the perfect place to find your mate and done—happy ever after. Sure, I’ll need to be a knickknack for a little bit, but for my fated? Yeah, that would be worth it.
Only try as I may, I stink at being naughty and at my worst, I’m messy and annoying. When I get called into Santa’s office I think I’ve finally done it, finally made him mad enough to send me to my true love. Instead, he asks what I want for Christmas. What do I say to that? I tell him I want to be a bad, bad elf and he laughs hysterically. At this rate, I’ll be alone forever.