A Story of Crime, Chaos, and One Hell of a Love Story
When I sat down to write Woody Buchman – Glasgow, I wasn’t thinking about sequels or trilogies. I was just trying to make sense of what happens to a man like Woody when he hits rock bottom—and still keeps digging. Book 1 left Woody at death’s door: wrecked by addiction, torn between survival and self-destruction, and face-to-face with a son he never knew existed. The second book picks up from that moment—but don’t worry, I don’t spoon-feed redemption.
This story doesn’t start clean.
It starts with Woody landing in Glasgow under a fake name, running from charges back in Canada, and crashing into Bonnie—a woman just as smart, dangerous, and broken as he is. She doesn’t save him, and he doesn’t save her. They hustle, scheme, and claw their way up the ranks of Glasgow’s underworld together.
But here’s where things get twisted.
This isn’t your average crime thriller. Sure, there are guns, sex clubs, rival pimps, and bent coppers. But what really drives the story is the relationship between Woody and Bonnie. It's raw. It's messy. It's real. Two people using each other to survive—and somehow, along the way, falling in love. Maybe.
Meanwhile, Woody's addiction starts to chew at the edges of everything they build. The more successful they become, the harder it is for him to stay clean. He tells himself it’s just to cope with the violence. With Lenny McVeigh. With Victor. With the torture, the bombs, the betrayal. But the truth is, addiction has its own logic. And Woody? He’s slipping.
By mid-book, they’ve built a bloody empire. Bonnie’s brothel becomes Casablanca, a high-end fortress. Then comes Bonnie’s—a new club, state-of-the-art, built on style and secrecy. They’re not just surviving anymore. They’re thriving. And that’s when the real danger kicks in.
Jealous rivals. Burned bridges. Lenny, the crime boss with too much pride and too much history with Bonnie. He bombs their club just to show Woody who's boss. Then tortures a man in front of him to drive the point home. Woody unravels.
And yet—he keeps laundering. Keeps hiding behind spreadsheets and suits while falling apart inside.
The book’s progression mirrors Woody’s descent. The cleaner the business looks on the outside, the filthier it gets on the inside. His love for Bonnie deepens, but so does the fear of losing her. His empire expands, but so does the darkness. Until you’re left asking: is this a rise? Or a fall?
That’s Woody Buchman – Glasgow.
Love, crime, and self-destruction—served neat, no chaser.
- Ken
