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 dentists dead body. Daphne moved back to her small Virginia hometown just months ago to open her Daphnes Delectable Cakes business and already shes been mixed up in murder. Now shes got to prove her sweet innocence again. After hours of police questioning, Daphne returns home to find Elvis Presley in her driveway. Shes certain shes 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 Elviss intentions. Does the King want to make Daphne his confectionery queen? Or is the convention a ruse for a more sinister operation? Daphnes own investigation into Dr. Bainsworths murder, meanwhile, reveals the dentist made as many enemies as he did fillings. Just about anyone could have done him in, but its up to Daphne to find the killerand finish Elviss cakebefore shes the one singing Jailhouse Rock.