Cake decorator Daphne Martin finds herself in the middle of a murder investigationâand an Elvis impersonator conventionâwith a bullseye on her back.
Dead as a . . . dentist?
They say sugar is bad for your teeth, but can it actually kill you? The Brea Ridge police seem to think so when they find cake decorator Daphne Martin wielding an oversized plastic toothbrush over a dentistâs dead body. Daphne moved back to her small Virginia hometown just months ago to open her Daphneâs Delectable Cakes business and already sheâs been mixed up in murder. Now sheâs got to prove her sweet innocence again.
After hours of police questioning, Daphne returns home to find Elvis Presley in her driveway. Sheâs certain sheâs hallucinating until the leather-clad hunk orders up a pink Cadillac cake for a convention of the Elvis impersonators. Daphne accepts, but her reporter-boyfriend Ben is suspicious of Elvisâs intentions. Does the King want to make Daphne his confectionery queen? Or is the convention a ruse for a more sinister operation? Daphneâs own investigation into Dr. Bainsworthâs murder, meanwhile, reveals the dentist made as many enemies as he did fillings. Just about anyone could have done him in, but itâs up to Daphne to find the killerâand finish Elvisâs cakeâbefore sheâs the one singing âJailhouse Rock.â