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 panicked as soon as I saw the blood in the center of my chest above my breasts. "Oh my God, I've been cut…" 


Somehow I was in the passenger seat of the car with my blouse peeled open and Bill grimacing at the bloody wound. Luckily the windows were tinted.


"She sliced you pretty good. I'm sorry, but I think you're going to need stitches."


I gaped at him as he drove us to General Hospital—now named University Hospital. You didn't need insurance to get treated there, only an ID, which I had thanks to Bill. And then I thought the stupidest thing: When I return to my own time, I will have a scar. 


Nothing would be the same if I ever did return.


As we sat in the waiting room, curious eyes stared at us. I turned to Bill. "A retractable baton? You carry that around with you?"


"What else do you have in all of those pockets?" 


"Throwing stars, nunchucks, and now I have a switchblade." He winced. "Does it hurt bad?"


Chapter 44: The Control, Part 1