The Case of the Missing Mittens

By A.C. Williams

Gracie and Allie prepare for the first student Christmas bake-off at their school, however, a thief is on the loose,stealing baked goods. When Allie's Christmas cookie mittens disappear , it is up to Gracie and her best friend Allie to find them before the contest begins. Will they find them in time? Or will they lose the competition. Find out, in The Case of the Missing Mittens.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.C Williams
• Release date: Dec 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215571514

A.C. Williams

A.C. Williams is a coffee-drinking, sushi-eating, story-telling nerd who loves cats, country living, and all things Japanese. She’d rather be barefoot, and if she isn’t, her socks won’t match. She has authored eight novels, two novellas, three devotional books, and more flash fiction than you can shake a stick at. A senior partner at the award-winning Uncommon Universes Press, she is passionate about stories and the authors who write them. Learn more about her book coaching and follow her adventures online at www.amycwilliams.com.

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Contents

Tis The Season

Visions Of Bake-Off Goodies Danced In Their Heads

Auled In  For Questioning

New Recipe

Two Days Later....

The Bake-Off

Tis The Season

A

THOUSAND COOKIES LATER; what a wonderful name for a bakery, Gracie thought as she looked into the window. Fresh baked cookies were cooling on a baker's rack, then sprinkled ever so lightly with powdery, dusty goodness. She smacked her lips in anticipation. Since the bakery was a short walk from her house, it was also an everyday visual treat. A cheery bright sign and potted plants with wooden tables where patrons sipped coffee or noshed on dunked sweet treats.

Gracie ran down to her house on Forest Lane; it looked more like Candy Cane Lane. The lamppost was decorated in red and white stripes, and every cookie-cutter home was outfitted with Christmas lights.

While telling her mother about the pretty cookies, she omitted the part about her closing her eyes with a face and tongue pressed against the glass until being shooed away, imagining the soft gingerbread star-shaped cookies in her mouth.

Ms. Blake, their housekeeper/babysitter/co-conspirator, asked if she had licked the window. Mrs. Strand looked horrified.

I hope you did not. That would be a mouthful of germs.

Of course not.

Ms. Blake pointed to the dirt smudges from the glass window. Gracie wiped her face with the back of her hand.

Pretty dessert looked like art to her. Gracie was always amazed at culinary masterpieces. And she wondered why the