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

I was quiet for the rest of the weekend. Nubia thought it was because I was grounded and Mama thought it was due to Kush's visit, but in actuality it was because I had gone back to square one. The desperate need to find a way back to my own time had returned. I couldn't live this life over. I had to get back to my real life so that I could fix it.


Since I had cleaned the house from top to bottom as my mother requested on Saturday, on Sunday I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. 


On Sunday afternoon, Mama came into my bedroom and sat down on the side of my bed. "What's wrong?" 


Mama reached out and lightly stroked my hair. "I didn't mean to be so rough on you. I understand liking a boy and wanting to look nice for him."


I sighed, too tired to explain that DeMarcos meant nothing to me. None of this was even real. Maybe I needed to sit in a padded room next to James and Edith. 


Chapter 33: Tell Me About The Future