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

Kenya Daniels has led a life filled with missed opportunities. Now at the age of fifty-one she’s a lonely woman with two adult children who don’t need her, a mother who needs her too much, and a job that doesn’t give her the credit she deserves. When a mysterious envelope turns up on her desk, things take a turn towards the impossible and Kenya finds herself transported back to 1982 as a sixteen year old. 
Kenya must navigate through the 80s--again, with the knowledge and experience of a fifty-year old woman, while trying to find the way back to her original time. 
This Pepper Pace novel mixes humor, family, heartache and love with the twists and turns that Pepper Pace does so well. Everyone loves the 80s…unless you have to relive them.


A Bubble of Time

As I twirled, however, I saw DeMarcos standing by the bar watching me. He didn't seem to mind that I saw him staring, as if he didn't realize how creepy it was to do that—or maybe he did know. 


After a few more songs, I returned to my table with my friends, who couldn't wait to tell me what I already knew.


"He's coming over here!" Bernice said in an excited whisper. 


I looked up at him as he reached our table. 


"Can I talk to you?" It was only half a question. It was more like "I'm going to talk to you and you can do it now, or you can do it later."


He gestured with his head for me to follow him.


"I'll be back," I sighed. They watched me with big eyes. "Don't drink those sodas! They've been left unattended. Toss them." 


Bernice quickly gathered the cans of soda as if I was the boss of her. I didn't want to be the boss of anybody but my own self, but I was happy that she listened to me.


Chapter 30: Fast-time Freddie's, Part 2