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

When all you know is what you were taught by parents and friends that are ignorant to the world, you grow up to be a man like Riley Pranger, a passive racist and chauvinistic. But Riley is going to get a fast re-education when a single black mother rents his home for the summer and he has no choice but to recognize the actions of the people around him. 

Stella Burton is a no nonsense, 6-foot tall curvaceous black woman who has no problem with hurting a man’s ego. She is opinionated, specifically about a country where she has been single handedly raising her multi-racial son to be a well-rounded black man. 

What happens when white privilege is suddenly challenged? When races clash and you mess with the wrong black woman? This novella contains twists and turns and sexiness as well as appearances from Lt. Christopher Jameson, Ashleigh and their children from the novel Beast, Bodie and Shaundea Matthews from A Wrong Turn Towards Love and True from True’s love. 

Warning: This story includes sexual situations, graphic and strong racist and homophobic language. This story discusses American politics and race relations in a fictional setting.

The Miseducation of Riley Pranger

Riley was just putting the finishing touches on the pot roast when Sully came into the kitchen carrying his boots in one hand.


"What are you doing?" He asked as he sat down in one of the wooden chairs, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.


"Finishing up this pot roast for after church," Riley replied.


Sully leaned back in his chair as if the act of coming down the stairs had been tantamount to a days work. 


"Is there anymore of that coffee I smell?"


"Yep." Riley gestured to the coffee pot. "Help yourself. I‘m leaving in about half an hour if you want to eat. There‘s some bacon and fried eggs on the stove."


He took the plate minus a greasy paper towel back to the table along with a mug of black coffee. He looked around as he scooped his breakfast into his mouth.


Chapter 26