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

Bill closed the door after the last partygoer. It was after two a.m., and I knew he was tired—we both were. He placed his hands on his hips and stretched his back until it cracked, and then he sighed in relief.


Sometimes I could still see a bit of the eleven year old Billy that I had met so many years ago, even though he was now over six feet tall, with wavy silver hair that he still wore long enough to touch his shoulders. Currently he sported a neatly trimmed goatee although he sometimes preferred a thick grizzly beard. I remembered saying a long time ago that he sounded like he would grow up to be a handsome man. Well that was an understatement. 


"Every year I say that we should rent a hotel for your birthday party." He came over to the couch where I had my feet propped up on several pillows. He gently lifted my feet and sat, replacing my legs onto his lap where he massaged my sore feet.


"I know." I yawned into my fist. "We're getting too old for this."


Chapter 51: It All Comes Together