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

"Sorry for falling asleep," she yawned. "It was a rough day."


Riley had to agree with that. "No worries. I napped also." He reached out and gently stroked Adam‘s short curls. "Jeez…"


"Well it helps that he looks like me. How did I miss it?"


She chuckled. "Who would think that they had a son with a woman that they‘d never met."


"True." He patted his son‘s legs and then examined his fingers. "He‘s got my hands too. Look at those nails.  I guess he‘s got a habit of biting them too."


"I try to discourage it but I can‘t always catch it. He bites them down to where they sometimes start to bleed."


Riley‘s brow gathered and he had a flash of memory again. It was of Sully being punched repeatedly by his father.  What kind of man would do that to his own son? But that‘s when the nail biting began for him. He felt a surge of protectiveness at the thought of anyone hurting his son or even Stella. 


Chapter 41