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

Kim woke up one morning to find that she was dead ... well UNDEAD. Unfortunately her Vampire after-life is a big mystery. The ones that know are out to kill her for being turned by a rogue and her allies happen to be her food. In order to survive the Vampire Nation, Kim will have to outsmart and out think her enemies. Their big mistake is underestimating a black woman with the will to survive. 

The last thing Kim wants or needs are the three gorgeous men vying for her attention, one chocolate, one vanilla and the last caramel. How do you choose between the gorgeous protector, the charming and tasty food, and the scary dangerous elder? Warning; adult situations, graphic sex and language.


Urban Vampire

The sound of waves lapping at a shore and seagulls squawking in the distance caused me to open my eyes. I squinted against the brightness of the sun and used my hand to shade my vision so I could look around.


I sat up, the sand sticking to my fingers. I brushed them off onto my pants. I was wearing white loose pants and a loose white chemise. I squinted up at the sun again in amazement. Oh, it was so bright and warm. This was real?


Someone was lying on his back next to me, his head pillowed on one arm. He squinted up at me.


He sat up and dusted the sand off his hand then shook his curly, hair. It was Alexis. But he was so different. He was tanned, and his eyes weren't all-over black, nor red, or even gold. They were hazel. He was shirtless with a slight dusting of hair on his toned chest. He wore white pants like mine, and we were both barefoot. He was smiling at me with crinkle lines around his eyes.


Chapter 67