Cake decorator Daphne Martin finds herself in the middle of a murder investigationāand an Elvis impersonator conventionāwith 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 dentistās dead body. Daphne moved back to her small Virginia hometown just months ago to open her Daphneās Delectable Cakes business and already sheās been mixed up in murder. Now sheās got to prove her sweet innocence again.
After hours of police questioning, Daphne returns home to find Elvis Presley in her driveway. Sheās certain sheās 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 Elvisās intentions. Does the King want to make Daphne his confectionery queen? Or is the convention a ruse for a more sinister operation? Daphneās own investigation into Dr. Bainsworthās murder, meanwhile, reveals the dentist made as many enemies as he did fillings. Just about anyone could have done him in, but itās up to Daphne to find the killerāand finish Elvisās cakeābefore sheās the one singing āJailhouse Rock.ā