A Wrong Turn Towards Love

By Pepper Pace

A darkly comedic adventure befalls a lone black woman that takes a wrong turn, which leads to murder, the Klan and a big sexy mountain man named Bodie. This short story first appeared in Seduction; An Interracial Romance Anthology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pepper Pace
• Release date: Feb 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370200351

Pepper Pace

Pepper Pace stories span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries.Pepper's unique stories deal with taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers 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. Please check out her e-book trailers on this page! You may contact the author at [e-mail] the Pepper Pace Newsletter and receive free stories! http://eepurl.com/bGV4tb

Book preview

A Wrong Turn Towards Love

Pepper Pace

A darkly comedic adventure befalls a lone black woman that takes a wrong turn, which leads to murder, the Klan and a big sexy mountain man named Bodie. This story was initially published in Seduction: An Interracial Romance Anthology Vol.1. *Warning: graphic sexual descriptions, strong racist language.

Editor:

CeCe Monét

Cover Art:

Kim Chambers

This story is completely a work of fiction. Characters – including their names, places and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are otherwise used fictitiously. Any similarity from this book to events occurring in real life – including locations, or persons living or dead is wholly coincidental.

Copyright © 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 Pepper Pace. A Wrong Turn Towards Love. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever, except for short excerpts appearing in book reviews. For reprint or excerpt permission inquiries, please contact the author by e-mail at [e-mail].

First published and distributed in the United States of America in August, 2013 in an anthology with CeCe Monét entitled; Seduction: An Interracial Romance Anthology – Volume 1. Copyright © 2013 Pepper Pace.

Chapter 1

Bodie’s night was going just fine until he heard JD say; Hey what’s that black bitch doing in here?!

Bodie didn’t bother to look up. He lit a cigarette and sipped his beer silently. It had been a long day and the only thing he wanted to do was to drink his beer and mind his own business. Somehow he was beginning to suspect that this wouldn’t happen.

Damn! Look at that ass…

I ain’t never went for dark meat but…

…going to end up turning this place into a jungle music club…

Bodie tuned out the sound of their low jabbering. He told Merle to bring him another bottle and then he took one last draw off his cigarette and squelched it out.

His eyes were red and fatigued. He had been working all day on an old junker until his arms and shoulders had begun to feel like two boulders in an old lady’s brassier. He had come to Stubby’s to unwind to the relaxing drone of the familiar recycled conversation that went on night after night. Someone would ask about which car he was currently working on and then they would commence to making small talk to the back drop of a Merle Haggard tune playing over the juke box—or if someone got nostalgic then it was George Jones amidst tearful exclamations of ‘how much it hurt to lose him to the pearly gates’.

After a brief respite from the speculations over the newcomer, Bodie thought he might get his wish for some uncomplicated conversation. And then he heard the one word that he hadn’t wanted to hear; Fuckin’ niggers.

Man, she’s alone; in OUR joint. She must want some of this white meat!

Yeah, JD agreed. I’d give her a ride on the ol’ kielbasa sausage.

More like cocktail weenie- Merle laughed.

Bodie got up to take a piss and then he was out of here. He wasn’t testifying on anybody’s behalf. Besides what was a black woman doing in a bootleg joint at one am alone? Though he did have to amend that question since Stubby’s was a general store up front and only a bootleg joint in back. But he had never met one single person that thought a general store would be open for operations after midnight…so again, what was a black woman doing back here?

After relieving himself of the two home brews that he’d just ingested Bodie returned to the back room, only this time the sight before him finally captured his attention enough to actually stop and watch.

JD’s dumbass had approached the woman and she was indeed black; a chocolate with no milk, a coffee with no cream-type-of-black. Bodie gazed at her with interest. She was a little thing, no taller than 5’5" but she was fierce. She had one hand on her shapely hip and the other pointing at JD, and she was giving him HELL!

He smirked and then went back to the bar to pay his tab. The rest of the fellas were howling at JD’s expense.

Hey Bodie, man? You leaving? This is the best show of the night, Merle chuckled.

Wasn’t looking for a show, just a few beers, he commented, leaving a good tip. He then walked past the angry woman and a red faced JD who was still trying to salvage some dignity.

In his truck Bodie quickly forgot about the ruckus as he searched for a CD to play. Nothing suited his taste so he turned on

Reviews for A Wrong Turn Towards Love

[L Bowen · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It is official, I am now a fan of Ms. Pace's work. I'll be consuming more of her titles.