I am delighted to be today’s stop on the blog tour for; Tow Away Zone by Chris Towndrow. I love the sound of this book, and can’t wait to share it with you all, plus I have an exclusive excerpt to tempt you with. Firstly, thank you to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for the invite to thius tour.

about the book

Tow Away Zone by Chris Towndrow

Genre: Humorous Fiction

When a travelling salesman finds a town that’s not on the map, he must choose between romance and a long-held promise of untold riches.

Beckman Spiers is a grey man in a grey world—and he’s happy with that.

After 12 years of routine and grind, he’s again fighting to become Number One Salesman of the Year. Legend has it, Number Ones get so rich, they never work again. With a week to go, Beckman is gaining on his nemesis, smooth-talking Tyler Quittle.

When a chance blowout on a deserted Arizona highway leaves Beckman stranded, the mysterious Saul arrives, and tows him to the strange neon-lit town of Sunrise. Here, he meets the glamorous Lolita Milan and his fortunes change.

Yet, Sunrise’s small-town charms conceal secrets, and his world becomes one of private investigators and backstabbing business deals.

What will he have to do to reach Number One? And what will he do if he wins the race?

In this comedic, stylistic, and mysterious story, meet the most unique characters and get pulled into the colourful world of Sunrise.

Purchase Linkhttps://books2read.com/TowAwayZone

Book Excerpt

Here, we meet Beckman’s arch-enemy Tyler, a man opposite to Beckman in so many ways – a smooth-talking ladies man who’ll do anything to win the Salesman of the Year contest. Yet, for the first time, and having discovered a town which gives Beckman an outside chance of winning, it’s dog-eat-dog and Beckman goes against his honest, safe, good guy approach to outwit the man. Beckman can’t let victory escape his grasp this year, after so long trying.


Beckman looked into the office. Mercifully or annoyingly—whichever way he looked at it—Tyler sat there, tapping away at the keyboard.

No doubt validating his latest sales figures.

‘Snake,’ came Beckman’s opening gambit.

Tyler swivelled on the chair. Dramatically, like Blofeld. His face lit up with false cheer. ‘Becky!’

‘You cleaned me out.’


Beckman shrugged. ‘Wilbur.’

‘First come, first served, Becky. Need my stock, got to hit my targets, got to get my prize.’ Tyler flashed a smile and added, “And that’s an end to it”, then returned his attention to the screen.

‘You saw my car. You know why I came to the office. You stole the last batch.’

‘Stole?’ Tyler deigned to look up. ‘Took out, fair and square. Besides, since when d’you need more stock? Your trunk’s been full for two weeks. Why in hell would I ever expect you to be here for more stock? There’s no conspiracy against you. A man makes his own luck.’

‘And I made some luck.’

‘Kudos to you, Becky, kudos to you.’

‘So? There’s no delivery ’til Monday. How in the heck am I supposed to have a shot of catching you?’

Tyler theatrically clutched his hands to his chest. ‘You’re breaking my heart.’

‘I’m onto a good thing!’

‘All the more reason for me to put on the running shoes. Finally, I get the dream. Number One Salesman. Vacation. Sandy beaches. Beautiful women. New Camaro. Goodbye Pegasus. Out on a high, like all the rest. Tough shit, Becky. Maybe next year.’ He finished with a snigger under his breath.

Beckman didn’t usually hate Tyler—he didn’t know him well enough. Yes, he despised his methods. Yes, he wished the guy wasn’t five-eleven with perfect blue eyes and a salesman patter that could kill. No, he wouldn’t forgive him for out-wooing Glenda Ramage then doing the damage on Ramage instead of him all those years ago.

No, if anything, he mostly envied Tyler Quittle.

How he’d like to have punctured that smug balloon this year at the last gasp. After all, Tyler would always have next year, wouldn’t he? His trajectory was always forty-five degrees on the sales graph, compared to Beckman’s maybe ten.

If only it had been Tyler underneath that lightning bolt.

The loathsome man finished typing with a flourish and clicked the screen off.

Jeez. He even looks after the environment. Probably the only thing he won’t screw.

‘Taking a leak, Becky. Don’t come in—wouldn’t want you to get jealous.’ Tyler flashed a knowing glance and slid out the door.

Beckman sagged like the belly skin of a crash-dieting Sumo.

Outside, contrary to Tyler’s expectation, the Buick’s trunk lay half-empty. He needed more stock to service Sunrise. Without it, he’d never out-drag Tyler. Yet, outside in the parking lot, Tyler’s trunk was brimmed.

Oh, for that stock.

Then he spied a set of car keys on the desk.

Surely, he couldn’t sink so low? Could he?

Time was short, though. Too short even for a swift repatriation.


The black Chevy started the first time. Beckman gave the gas pedal a solid prod, and the car leapt across the small Pegasus parking lot and onto the service road.

He didn’t look in the mirror.

In two minutes, he reached the highway. In five, he was out of town. In ten, he hit the freeway.

Finally, his pulse returned to normal. Yet, his conscience would never forgive him.

His mother would never forgive him.

Lolita would never forgive him.

But if he made Number One? They would all have to rethink.

Wouldn’t they?

His phone rang. The caller was inevitable. If he didn’t pick up now, it would descend into an irate barrage of texts and declined calls.

The lesser of two evils, he hit Accept.

‘You goddamn shit, Becky!’

‘You’ll get much better gas mileage on the Buick.’

‘You thieving, no-good, shit, Becky!’

‘I just want a fair fight, Tyler.’

‘You scratch that car; I’ll tear you a new asshole!’

‘Sorry, Tyler, going into a tunnel.’ Beckman held out the phone, gargling, whistling, and hissing.

‘You shit, Becky. There are no tun—’

He jabbed End, then hit Mute and tossed the phone into the cubby.

His heartbeat had returned to a gallop. A voice inside suggested he’d angered a wasp, disrupted the natural order of the universe, dared to mess with Fate. Worse, he’d done something that, while not illegal, wouldn’t go down well with Mom.

Well, Mom would have to suck it up and appreciate that it was for the greater good. His greater good. After all, his greater good equalled her greater pride, didn’t it? Not as a goal in itself, but certainly as a consequence.

About the author

I’ve been a multi-genre author since 1991.

My favourite work to date is 2019’s Tow Away Zone, a quirky American small-town romantic black comedy. It’s been well-received by readers, with 5* reviews on Amazon.

In 2020 I published the sequel – Go Away Zone. In 2021 I’m completing the trilogy.

My sci-fi journey started with space opera “Scared Ground” being available on Kindle in 2012.

In 2018 I published my 2nd sci-fi novel – Imperfect Isolation – which embraces robotics, asteroid mining and a snowy drive in an 80-year-old Porsche 911.

The sequel, Reprisals, followed in 2019. In early 2021 I released the 3rd instalment, Trip Hazard.

I’m currently editing a reflective Western. It explores prejudice against the deaf community and the Native Americans, as a man struggles to reconnect with his lost son and come to terms with his own failings.

I’ve written a collection of offbeat humorous stories and vignettes in the style of early Woody Allen prose. The Real Jamie Oliver and Other Stories is basically a window into my nonsensical side.

I also write pantomime & stage drama scripts. I’ve had 8 works performed and reached a total audience of over 5000 to date.

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