Skip to content

Our Story By Miranda Dickinson

Our StoryMiranda Dickinson has returned our bookshelves with her latest book called,’Our Story’.

Otty has just landed her dream job. She’s about to join the writing team of one of the most respected showrunners in TV. And then the night before her first day, she’s evicted from her flat.Joe has been working with Russell for years. He’s the best writer on his team, but lately something has been off. He’s trying to get his mojo back, but when his flatmate moves out without warning he has other things to worry about. Otty moving into Joe’s house seems like the perfect solution to both their problems, but neither is prepared for what happens next. Paired together in the writing room, their obvious chemistry sparks from the page and they are the writing duo to beat. But their relationship off the page is an entirely different story, and neither of them can figure out why. And suddenly the question isn’t, will they, or won’t they? It’s why won’t they?

The story is seen through alternating chapters between Otty and Joe who as flat mates as well as colleagues and this give interesting insights into the pairs thoughts, perspectives and experiences.

Otty has always dreamt of being a script writer even though her father thinks it’s a bit of pipe dream and even when she lands the dream role of working with one of her dream writers, she can’t believe her luck! An established writer, Joe is hoping that he will achieve success with this new television series and lives up to the hype of his previous show. Paired with his new flat mate and Otty he’s under immense pressure to succeed but is distracted by Otty and her enthusiasm.

The pair of them have a great dynamic in both professional and friendly sense but are attracted to each other but they don’t want to blur the lines and ruin a great relationship. I loved the interactions between the pair of them, their shared passion television shows and great writing, but the underlying chemistry between them made for sizzling reading.

I loved both characters, Otty was a joy with her bubbly and sweet personality and is determined to succeed and leave her past life behind. Whereas Joe was quiet and brooding, but Otty really brings him out of his shell and the pair of them at their happiest when writing.

Beautifully written with characters that are both enchanting and relatable, ‘Our Story’ was a joy to read and is a modern day love story that warms the cockles of your heart.

You can buy ‘Our Story’ from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

Miranda Dickinson Reveals New Book called Our Story

Our StoryMiranda Dickinson has revealed her latest book with HQ Stories called, ‘Our Story’.

What the back cover says –

Otty has just landed her dream job. She’s about to join the writing team of one of the most respected showrunners in TV. And then the night before her first day, she’s evicted from her flat.

Joe has been working with Russell for years. He’s the best writer on his team, but lately something has been off. He’s trying to get his mojo back, but when his flatmate moves out without warning he has other things to worry about.

Otty moving into Joe’s house seems like the perfect solution to both their problems, but neither is prepared for what happens next. Paired together in the writing room, their obvious chemistry sparks from the page and they are the writing duo to beat. But their relationship off the page is an entirely different story, and neither of them can figure out why.

And suddenly the question isn’t, will they, or won’t they? It’s why won’t they?

Sounds like another lovely story from Miranda to curl up with up with.

You can pre-order ‘Our Story’ from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 25th August 2020.

The Day We Meet Again By Miranda Dickinson

The Day We Meet Again‘The Day We Meet Again’ is the latest book by Miranda Dickinson.

Phoebe and Sam meet by chance at St Pancras station. Heading in opposite directions, both seeking their own adventures, meeting the love of their lives wasn’t in the schedule. So they make a promise: to meet by the statue of Sir John Betjeman in twelve months’ time if they still want to be together. But is life ever as simple as that?

Known for writing heartwarming and poignant stories, Miranda’s latest offering is a stunning story of life discovery and grabs the readers heart strings from the very first page.

In this story, we meet Phoebe and Sam. Two strangers that literally run into one another at a train station, they spend some time together whilst they wait on their trains and both realise that they have a strong connection. But both of them already have lives mapped out for the next year and can’t make any adjustments, and decide that if they are meant to be, they’ll meet at the exact same spot in one year.

The story then follows them for the next year as they both try to find their places on life. Phoebe on her travelling around Europe and Sam as he tries to locate his father who disappeared from his life when he was a child.

This is such a lovely book to settle down with. With heart warming characters, stunning locations and a relatable situations, this book is a journey from start to finish as both Sam and Phoebe were searching for their places in life.

The story is seen through their narrative and this is a lovely concept to the story. Phoebe is undecided about her life and takes this year out to think about what’s wanting to achieve all whilst discovering France and Italy, doing odd jobs and meeting new friends along the way. Meanwhile Sam is returning home to Scotland to try to make amends with his estranged father and finally put to rest his troubled childhood. As the pair of them are both on a journey of self discovery, they are never far from each other’s thought, with calls, messages and postcards throughout the year.

A love story from the first page, this book is about right people but wrong time but instead of forgetting about it, we see them make the best of both worlds, putting themselves first with the hope that in a year later they will still feel the same. Both characters are slightly flawed and that makes them so relatable, Sam has a habit of running from his troubles echoing his father’s actions whilst Phoebe also has issues with settling down.

Sweetly written with vivid and bright locations, ‘The Day We Meet Again’ is an engrossing love story, that’s joins a couple on their journey as they fall in love with each other and themselves.
You can buy ‘The Day We Meet Again’ from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

The Day We Meet Again Book Tour – Extract

The Day We Meet AgainOn the book tour for Miranda Dickinson’s new book called ‘The Day We Meet Again’, sit back and enjoy the first chapter from the book.

ALL TRAINS DELAYED, the sign reads.
No, no, no! This can’t be happening!
I stare up at the departure board in disbelief. Up until twenty minutes ago my train had been listed as ON TIME and I’d allowed myself a glass of champagne at St Pancras’ Eurostar bar, a little treat to steady my nerves before the biggest adventure of my life begins. ‘Looks like we aren’t going anywhere soon,’ the woman next to me says, gold chains tinkling on her wrist as she raises her hand for another glass. She doesn’t look in a hurry to go anywhere. But I am.

I arrived at St Pancras two hours early this morning. The guys driving the cleaning trucks were pretty much the only people here when I walked in. They performed a slow, elegant dance around me as I dragged my heavy bag across the shiny station floor. I probably should have had a last lie-in, but my stomach has been a knot of nerves since last night, robbing me of sleep.

I’m not always early, but I was determined to be today to make sure I actually get on the train. I want this adventure more than anything else in my life, but doubts have crept in over the last two weeks, ever since all the tickets were booked and my credit card had taken the strain. Even last night – frustratingly wide awake and watching a film I didn’t really care about, after the farewell drinks in our favourite pub in Notting Hill when I was so certain I was doing the right thing – I found myself considering shelving the trip. Who jacks in everything and takes off for a year, anyway? Certainly not me: Phoebe Jones, 32 years old and most definitely not gap-year material.

It wasn’t just that thing Gabe said, either.

Although it threw me when it happened.

After all his bravado inside the pub – the You won’t go through with it, Phoebs, I know you speech that in his actor’s voice rose above the noise and look-at-me-I’m-so-important laughter from the tables around us – the change in him when he found me on the street outside was a shock.

‘I’ll miss you.’

‘You won’t, but thanks.’

And then that look – the one that got us into trouble once before,
the one that has kept me wondering if it might again. ‘Then you don’t know me, Phoebs. London won’t be the same without you.’ Why did he have to launch that at me, the night before I leave
for a whole year?

But the money is spent. The tickets are in my wallet. My bag is packed. And Gabe is wrong if he thinks I won’t go through with it. I know my friends privately think I’ll cave in and come home early. So I got up hours before I needed to this morning, took my bag, closed the door on my old life and posted my keys through the letterbox for my friends and former flatmates to find. And I’m here, where Gabe was so certain I wouldn’t be.

But now there’s a delay and that’s dangerous for me. Too much time to think better of my plan. Why is the universe conspiring against me today?

‘Having another?’ the woman next to me asks. Her new glass of champagne is already half empty. Perhaps she has the right idea. Maybe drinking your way through a delay is the best option.

‘I don’t think so, thanks,’ I reply. I can’t stay here, not until I know exactly what kind of delay I’m facing. ‘I’m going to find out what’s happening.’

The woman shrugs as I leave.

The whole of St Pancras station seems to have darkened, as though a storm cloud has blown in from the entrance and settled in the arcing blue-girdered roof.

Beyond the glass the sun shines as brightly as before, the sky a brave blue. But I feel the crackle of tension like approaching thunder.

At the end of the upper concourse near the huge statue of a man and woman embracing, a crowd has gathered.

Somewhere in the middle, a harassed station employee in an orange hi-vis gilet is doing his best to fend off the angry mob’s questions. And then, without warning, the crowd begins to move. I’m almost knocked over and stagger back to stop myself falling. Being trampled to death is definitely not in the plan today.
The mob swarms around the station employee as he makes for the stairs to the lower concourse. The forward motion of their bodies pushes me backwards until my spine meets something immovable. I gasp. Around me the angry commuters part, a splitting tide of bodies flooding either side of me, their feet stomping inches from mine. Once they pass me they continue their pursuit of their prey as the poor station official flees down the stairs.

I’m shaken, but then I remember: I hit something. Someone.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I rush, turning to see the poor unfortunate soul I’ve slammed into.

But my eyes meet the kind, still expression of an iron man in trilby and suit, his billowing mackintosh frozen in time as he gazes up, as though checking the departure boards for his train.

The Betjeman statue.

I’d forgotten he was here. Compared with the huge iron lovers beneath the enormous station clock over the entrance, he’s diminu- tive. I’ve seen visitors double take when they find him. He’s just there, standing in the middle of the upper concourse, humble and friendly. The only thing marking him out as a statue and not another train passenger is the ring of slate around his feet, the words of one of his poems carved into it in beautifully elegant script. I’ve heard station announcements asking commuters to meet people by the Betjeman statue when I’ve been here before and thought nothing of it. But finding him here this morning, when everything has suddenly become so uncertain, is strangely comforting.

‘I don’t think he minds,’ a voice says.

I jump and peer around the statue.

‘Sorry?’

Over the statue’s right shoulder, a face grins at me. ‘Sir John.

He won’t mind you bumped into him. He’s a pretty affable chap.’ Laughter dances in his voice, his green eyes sparkling beneath dark brows and a mess of dark curls. And I instantly feel I know him.

‘I can’t believe I just apologised to a statue.’

‘Happens to us all, sooner or later.’ His hand reaches around Sir John’s arm. ‘Hi, I’m Sam. Sam Mullins. Pleased to meet you.’ I hesitate. After all, this is London and my seven years in the city have taught me strangers are supposed to stay anonymous. But Sam’s smile is as warm and inviting as a newly opened doorway on a winter’s night and – suddenly – I’m accepting his handshake.

His hand is warm around mine.

‘Phoebe Jones. Pleased to meet you, too.’

The concourse is eerily empty now; the raging commuters all disappeared to the lower floor chasing the poor man from the train company. It’s as if me and Sam-with-the-smiling-eyes-and-laugh- filled-voice are the only people in the world.

Apart from the statue, that is.

‘Did you get to hear what the bloke from the station was saying?’ I ask, suddenly aware I am still holding Sam’s warm hand, and quickly pulling mine away.

‘Most of it, before the mob closed in.

They’ve stopped all trains in and out of the station. I haven’t heard the Inspector Sands announcement, so I’m guessing it isn’t a fire or a bomb threat.’

My stomach twists again. I’ve only heard the automated announcement used to alert station staff to a possible emergency like a fire or a bomb once before at Euston and I ran from the station like a startled hare then. Given my nerves about my journey, if I’d heard Inspector Sands being mentioned today I would already be halfway to Holborn. ‘Did he say how long it was expected to last?’

‘Well, I heard four hours, but there were so many people yelling around the chap by then I guess anyone could have said that.’

‘Four hours?’

‘Nightmare, huh? Trust me to pick today to make the longest train journey.’

I blink at him. ‘Me too.’

‘Oh? Where are you headed?’ His eyes widen and he holds up a hand. ‘Sorry, you don’t have to answer. That was rude of me.’

It’s sweet and it makes me smile. ‘Paris, actually. To begin with. You?’

‘Isle of Mull. Eventually.’

‘Oh. Wow. That is a journey.’

He shrugs. ‘Just a bit. Already had to change it because of the engineering works at Euston, so I’m going from here to Sheffield, then over to Manchester then changing again for Glasgow. Going to stay with two of my old university mates near there for a night or two, to break it up a bit. Then I’ll catch a train to Oban, take the ferry to Craignure and then it’s a long bus ride to Fionnphort, where I’m staying with a family friend.’ He gives a self-conscious laugh. ‘More than you wanted to know, probably.’

Although I’ll move on from Paris later, Sam’s journey sounds epic and exhausting by comparison. And it’s strange, but I don’t even consider that I’ve just met him, or question how he can share his entire travel itinerary with me when we don’t know each other. Like the heat from his hand that is still tingling on my skin, it feels like the most natural thing.

So I forget my nerves, my shock at finding myself here beside the statue, and the looming delay. And instead, I just see Sam.

‘How long will all that take?’

‘The whole journey? Hours. Days, even.’

He laughs. ‘It’s okay. I have several books in my luggage and my music. I’ll be fine.’

Novels are one thing I do have, although they are safely packed at the bottom of my bag. Books are the reason I’m here, after all. The Grand Tours across Europe inspired my PhD and have underpinned all my dreams of seeing the places the authors wrote about for myself. My much-loved copy of A Room with a View is in my hand luggage and I’m more than happy to hang out with Lucy Honeychurch and George Emerson for the thousandth time, but I’d much rather be on the train heading off already.

What if this delay is a sign? I hate the thought of Gabe being right, but the doubts from last night return, swirling around me, Sam and Sir John Betjeman like ragged ghosts. There are other ways of pursuing a great adventure, they call.

You don’t have to spend a year away to prove you’re spontaneous… My room at the flat-share is already someone else’s but I could persuade one of my friends to let me stay at theirs until I can sort out a new place. I don’t really want to go home to Evesham, but I know my parents and brother Will would love having me to stay for a bit. Maybe I should be a bit less intrepid – Cornwall would be nice this time of year, or maybe the Cotswolds? Safer, closer, easier to come home from…

I don’t want to doubt this now, not when I’m so close to boarding the train, but I can feel panic rising.

But then, Sam Mullins smiles – and the ground beneath me shifts.

‘Look, if you’re not going anywhere for a while and neither am I, how about we find a coffee shop to wait in?’

Did I just say that? But in that moment, it feels right. Who says my new, spontaneous self can’t start until I board the train for France?

‘Yes,’ he says, so immediately that his answer dances with the end of my question. ‘Great idea.’

As we walk away from the statue of Sir John Betjeman, Sam’s fingers lightly brush against my back.

And that’s when I fall in love.

heartbreaker.

You can buy ‘The Day We Meet Again’ from Amazon and is available to buy from good bookshops.

Miranda Dickinson Reveals New Book – The Day We Meet Again

The Day We Meet AgainMiranda Dickinson has revealed the name and cover for her new book of 2019 called ‘The Day We Meet Again’.

What the back cover says –

Their love story started with goodbye…

‘We’ll meet by the statue of Sir John Betjeman, on the upper concourse of St Pancras station, a year from today,’ he said. ‘If we’re meant to be together, we’ll both be there. If we’re not, it was never meant to happen…’

Phoebe and Sam meet by chance at St Pancras station. Heading in opposite directions, both seeking their own adventures, meeting the love of their lives wasn’t in the schedule. So they make a promise: to meet by the statue of Sir John Betjeman in twelve months’ time if they still want to be together.

But is life ever as simple as that?

This is a story of what-ifs and maybes – and how one decision can change your life forever…

With a beautiful cover and synposis, this book sounds like an absolute heartbreaker.

You can pre-order ‘The Day We Meet Again’ from Amazon and will be available to buy from good bookshops from 5th September 2019.