The Rich Widow: Meet the Characters of Magnolia Bluff

She tells herself: “Being a rich widow ain’t bad; and on Harry Thurgood’s arm, being a rich widow would be even better.”

Scarlett Hayden is one of the social elites in town.

She has money.

She doesn’t mind flaunting it.

She gets what she wants.

Forget the cost.

In Death Wears A Crimson Hat, Book 1 in the Magnolia Bluff Crime Chronicles, she wants Harry Thurgood, Magnolia Bluff’s man of mystery, the out-of-towner who merely showed up one day and converted a downtown dump into a first-class, big-city coffee shop.

Scarlett is convinced of one thing.

Diamonds are not a girl’s best friends.

Money is.

Money may or may not buy happiness.

But it buys everything else.

Will it buy Harry Thurgood?


All she needs to know is Harry’s price.

And everybody has one.


CW Hawes, the author of Death Wears a Crimson Hat.

Scarlett Hayden mixed herself a martini and thought about what that bossy cow, Mary Lou Fight, had said at the“emergency” meeting of the Magnolia Bluff Crimson Hat Society.

Because she was hungry, she dropped three olives into her drink and took it to the family room. She set it on the coffee table and stretched out on the couch.

So what if Thurgood and Ember were getting it on? Who really cared? She reached over, picked up her drink, and took a large swallow.

Just because Ember was a minister didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a little nookie every now and then. Hell, who cared if she got laid every night?

Scarlett took another swallow of her drink, and a smile lifted her ruby lips. “Now that Thurgood…,” she mused out loud. “He’s one guy whose pants I wouldn’t mind getting into. Not at all. And that hair…” She shivered with desire.

The smile lingered while she fished an olive out of her drink and ate it; licking the gin and vermouth off her fingers. The young studs from the football team were insatiable and she liked that. They never missed a chance to put one through the uprights. But at forty-eight, she needed to think about the future. Eddie had a good insurance policy and she’d made out quite well when he kicked off. A half-mil in cash and the resort.

“But I bet ol’ Harry Thurgood has money and knows how to give a girl a good time. I bet he knows how to make love, not just rut like a dog.” A dreamy look settled on her face at the thought of Harry Thurgood in her bed. She ate another olive, once again licking the alcohol off her fingers.

“Of course, if he is seeing Ember, which I doubt, Mary Lou has that one all wrong, but if he is, then it wouldn’t hurt to get the Reverend out of the way.”

She took a large swallow of her drink. “On the other hand, if he isn’t boffing the Rev, maybe he’s feeling lonesome. Maybe he’d be open to a little entertainment. The kind only a mature woman can provide.”

Scarlett smiled. “And once he had a taste of me, he’d forget Ember Cole even existed. That is, if he’s even interested in her. And I doubt that he is. She doesn’t even look like a woman. Totally shapeless.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I’m beginning to really like this idea.” She raised her drink. “To the future. And thanks, Mary Lou. Your barking up the wrong tree just might provide me with a very big harvest.” She couldn’t resist giggling. “Sure, Mary Lou, whatever you say.”

She downed the rest of her drink and got up to make another. “Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend got it all wrong. It’s money. Plain and simple. Cold, hard cash. That’s what we love best.”

Drink made, she returned to the couch. “That, of course, might not apply when considering that good-looking Harry Thurgood. After all, I’ve plenty of money, being a rich widow ain’t bad; and on Harry Thurgood’s arm, being a rich widow would be even better.”

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