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

It was very quiet, as if the light snow had placed a muffled blanket across the world. He frowned and checked the time on his cell phone. It was eight thirty now. 


He called Adam. The phone rang and then finally went to voicemail. "Call dad," he said simply. But now a worried crease had formed between his eyes. He called Stella. Her phone continued to ring as well. 


That wasn‘t right. He knew that her phone was set so that she could use it while driving. She didn‘t have to dig for it through her bags or purse. He called again but hung up as soon as it once again offered him the opportunity to leave a message.


He dashed back into the house and quickly pulled on his boots. He then grabbed his coat from the hook by the door. He ran to his truck but the moment his feet landed on the cement he slid, nearly landing on his ass. 


Chapter 54