Andrew Grey on Story Inspiration and his new release ‘ Pulling Strings”

Pulling Strings by Andrew Grey
Dreamspinner Press

Publication: December 10th 2019

Cover Artist: Kanaxa

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Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is happy to host Andrew Grey today touring with his latest story Pulling Strings.  Welcome, Andrew.

On Story Inspiration by Andrew Grey

Some stories first come to be as a particular character and others as an overall idea or concept.  This one came to me as a question.  What would happen if I came home from work and found something something in my briefcase that I didn’t put there?  From there my mind began to race and Pulling Strings came to life.   In thai particular story I used a lot of memories and things from my old day job and consequently there is quite a bit of myself in this story.  So get ready for some intrigue, a bit of mystery, heat and definitely passion, but also some love and emotion under pressure.  Which is sometimes the best kind. After all it’s pressure that turns carbon into a diamond.


A high-stakes case of industrial espionage ties them together, but before they can pursue their attraction, they must find out who’s pulling the strings.

Devon Donaldson doesn’t know how a folio of stolen corporate secrets found its way into his bag, and certainly can’t think of anyone who’d want to frame him. The trouble is, he has to convince Powers McPherson.

Devon’s firm hired Powers to investigate the theft of a new banking system, and so far Devon is his only lead. While Powers’s gut tells him Devon is innocent, he has no intention of letting Devon out of his sight… for more than one reason. Working together to get Devon’s life back leads to feelings far beyond cooperation. But before they can act on them, they need to find the group of thieves’ intent on ruining Devon’s reputation.


Excerpt :

“You’re a twin?” Devon asked, and held his head. “That’s so cool. I was a twin too, only my brother didn’t make it. I was apparently born first, and in the time before my brother could be born, something happened.” He looked stricken. “You know, I always felt like there was something missing from me. I know the twin thing can be pretty special, but I never knew Danny. That’s what my mom named him. We were living near here then but didn’t stay long after that.” He lifted his gaze. “No one in the family talked about him much, but I always wondered what it would have been like if he had lived.”

“I’ve always had Lucy. She’s a force of nature. When I started Powers Solutions, she was my first hire. The two of us did about everything for the first couple of years. I think if something happened to her, I’d miss her like I’d miss a hole in my head.” He smiled to show Devon he was joking.

Another knock, and Powers got it, checking the hallway before opening the door to Lucy again. She held up the bag of takeout. “Enough for three?”

“You are a pushy broad, you know that?” Powers turned to Devon, who nodded, and he let her enter. This wasn’t how he envisioned this evening going. “Where are the materials?”

“They’re locked away,” she answered. Her car, just like Powers’s, had a strongbox implanted where the spare tire would usually be. It ensured that they always had secure document storage wherever they went. “Once we eat, I’ll go right back to the office and get on lifting the prints, but I can’t work on an empty stomach.” She set the bag on the counter, and Devon got out plates and some bottles of water.

“Oh, General Tso’s chicken,” Lucy crowed as she took the container out of the bag.

“That’s Devon’s,” Powers told her. “You can share some of my beef and peppers, and there’s sweet-and-sour as well.” He always over ordered, and now he finally understood why. Lucy had a sixth sense about whenever anyone else was eating. She always seemed to show up.

“So what was he like growing up?” Devon asked, and smirked. “Was he always so broody?”

Lucy laughed as Powers scowled at her. “Oh God, yes. He had that look down pat by the time he was eight. Our teachers used to give assignments, and if he didn’t like them, he’d give that ‘you’re going to die a horrible death’ stare of his.” She grabbed a plate, and Devon handed her a fork. “Why?”

“It’s what he was doing at the gala Friday night.” Danged if Devon’s eyes didn’t twinkle with mischief. “Before he showed up here and nearly scared me to death, I thought of him as Tall, Dark, and Broody.”

About the Author


Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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For Other Works by Andrew Grey

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By Scattered Thoughts

At over 50, I am ruled by my terriers, my gardens, and my projects. A knack for grubbing about in the woods, making mud pies, and tending to the injured worms, bugs, and occasional bird and turtle growing up eventually led me to working for the Parks. I was a park Naturalist for over 20 years, and observing Nature and her cycles still occupy my hours. From the arrival of Ruby-throated Hummingbirds in the Spring to the first call of the Snow Geese heading south in the Fall, I am entranced by the seasons. For more about me see my bio on my blog.

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