Pepper writes stories that span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries. Pepper's unique stories often tackle taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers will find themselves questioning their own sense of right and wrong, attraction and desire. In addition to writing, the author is also an artist, an introverted recluse, a self proclaimed empath and a foodie. Pepper Pace can be contacted at: pepperpace.author@yahoo.com

In 1977 12-year old Vanessa White lives just out of reach of the projects that both scare and entice her. It is the year that she meets 14-year old Scotty Tremont, one of the few white boys to live in the ghetto. Initially afraid that Scotty intends to beat her up because her cousin called him white trash, Vanessa soon learns that although Scotty is a ‘Trick Baby’ and will probably be a dope boy just like his brother, he also somehow manages to be compassionate. 

Scotty is learning something as well; that his path has not been laid out before him and that everything isn’t necessarily everything. This book series takes the reader back to the 70’s style urban lit stories of life in the ghetto. It begins in the 70s and moves throughout the decades following the lives of people whose stories have intertwined in a romantic, tragic, sometimes funny, tale of street life. This story is for adult readers only and contains mature themes including language, sex, violence, drugs and racism. 


Everything is Everything

They reached the table that held the drinks and Scotty scanned the array of liquor before smirking at her. "Are you old enough to drink?"


Surprised at the question she stuttered. "Well … no."


"Seventeen. But I'll be eighteen in a few months … " she blushed, wondering why she had said that.


She cocked her head at him, not wanting him to think that she still needed his protection. "Well for your information I've already had a drink tonight. Thank you very much."


He rubbed his goatee and her eyes fell on his lips and the hair of his chin and she wished that it was her fingers touching him. 


Vanessa pulled her eyes from his stroking fingers and quickly scanned the room. She pointed to Sal who happened to take that moment to chug back a bottle of malt liquor.


He suppressed his scowl and passed her a beer, bypassing the hard stuff. "Here, but I'm driving you home."


Chapter 57