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 no longer considered school to be hideous. No one was actively bullying me. The mean girls continued emulating my style and trying to get close to me. The bad girls avoided me, although I caught a few of them glancing warily at my little bodyguard. The boys were back to pestering me once they realized that neither Biscuit nor DeMarcos were interested in me. Bill thought it was hilarious anytime some kid began to awkwardly flirt—that was until a little freshman girl started stalking him, leaving notes in his locker and popping up wherever he was. 


Someone once said that to be popular meant that you had to be mean. But that's not true. Bill and I were the most popular kids at our high school, and we treated everyone decently. By the end of October we had become one unit. Since you never saw one of us without the other, people began to greet us by saying "Hi, KenyaBilly." You never heard someone say hi to only one of us without saying hi to the other. We were now KenyaBilly. 


Chapter 48: It Was a Good Day, Part1