When I discovered Belly dancing I discovered a way to feel good which didn’t involve the gym, holding in my stomach or a bottle of wine. Alone and in a bad place belly dancing is what got me up in the morning, and started me thinking. If belly dancing could make me feel good, could it change others?
At the time I was trying to become a writer with Mills and Boon but everything I wrote ended in a joke. Then I realise I wasn't a romance writer I was a romantic comedy writer. Which is just as well because I have a passion for satire.
Soon a host of comic women appeared and Sheryl's Last Stand was born.
Sheryl's Last Stand
A Romantic Satire
“Broke, homeless, and addicted to chocolate, will Sheryl chase her dream or remain tied to her mother's purse strings?"
Sheryl, on the wrong side of thirty-five, has seen better days. She lost her job, her home, and the ability to say no to her mother: a woman with as much sensitivity as a comedian.
Sheryl, a soft touch, is wilting into a sea of whiskey and American Wrestling. She spends her nights rooting for Johnstone, a wrestler as believable as Die Hard
Until Sheryl discovers belly dancing.
Sheryl is a natural at belly dancing and dreams of performing in the sort of costume that would have her mother choking on her “you’re too fat” comments. So when the wrestlers come to town, Sheryl grabs her chance. She wins tickets to the wrestling event and the opportunity to not only meet Johnstone, but belly dance.
Sheryl feels hopeful, until her mother finds out.
Will Sheryl grab her chance or toss her coin belt, along with her dreams, to the wind?
Thirty Shades of Red
Book One of Bellydancing and Beyond Series
For having given her readers a poignant romantic comedy I’m happy to give Ms. Noor 5 STARS.
The characters are as beautifuly rounded as Sheryl's belly and you feel a real connection with them.
The Downfall of a Belly Dancer
A Romantic Satire
Nefertiti’s dance classes are empty, and her performance calendar is blank. Will she rise above the ashes of a lost dream or pull the duvet over her head and hide?
At one time, Nefertiti was a dancer people queued to see. Now she runs a belly dancing class in the middle of nowhere, and the numbers have dwindled. Disappointed Nefertiti turns to her partner and ‘rock’, but he has other plans.
Dropped like a hot potato, Nefertiti feels alone until she stumbles across a bag lady with a past the locals gossip about. After fifty-five years of self-absorption, Nefertiti finds herself caring for a woman who spends her days singing off-key.
Until the council steps in.
Nefertiti finds herself torn between the bag lady and the council, and if she plays things the wrong way, she could lose more than her dance class.
Will she save the bag lady, or will she throw in the towel to appease the council?
Fifty Shades of Comedy
Book Two of Bellydancing and Beyond Series
I absolutely love 'The Downfall of a Belly Dancer' Ms. Noor's writing style is funny, witty, and rapid-paced.
Four Takeaways and a Funeral
A Romantic Satire
F Takeaways And A Funeral
Mavis and Lumpy are getting married, but they can’t agree on anything. Will they learn to compromise, or will they break up over the size of their wedding cake?
Mavis and Lumpy argue over everything from the venue to the size of the paper plates, and when Lumpy befriends the local Indian restaurant, their relationship spirals out of control.
Mavis’s sister arrives to “sort things out”. She wins over Lumpy with hilarious budget ideas that would have Scrooge tap dancing. Mavis wants to tap dance on her sister’s head and is on the verge of throwing it all away when her mother dies.
With a funeral befitting a sitcom, sibling rivalry on par with a Shakespearean tragedy, and a dying mother's impossible wish; Mavis and Lumpy’s relationship crumbles like a burnt chapatti.
Will the funeral be the final straw for Mavis and Lumpy, or is there a chance for building bridges?
Fifty Shades of Romance
Book Three of Bellydancing and Beyond Series
Aching belly laugh
A fun and captivating comedy by Kerrie Noor.
Shell-shocked from a night of everlasting labour, Sheryl cannot muster a “coo” let alone feel anything. Will she find her maternal mojo again?
Sheryl and Steven have always longed for a baby. But nine months of yoga doesn’t guarantee a smooth birth, and Sheryl returns home with the maternal feelings of a clay brick.
Steven tries to reassure her, but living next door to a mother as critical as a gymnastics judge has squashed Sheryl's confidence. She can’t even get up in the morning, let along decide on a name for her daughter.
Steven finds a home, miles from anywhere, and persuades Sheryl it's for the best. However, a modern kitchen doesn’t take away the guilt Sheryl feels for ripping the baby away from her grandmother as ruthlessly as a wax job.
Sheryl retreats into the lost teenager of her past until, that is, her mother needs her help.
Will helping her mother bring out Sheryl’s maternal instincts or squash her like yesterday’s tomato?