tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49735713311350495072024-03-06T14:04:21.327-05:00Author Pepper Pace's Writing Feedback BlogPepper Pace's official comment board and hangout spot to entertain discussions of art, music and random musings.Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.comBlogger676125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-12917064482150514072016-07-16T19:56:00.000-04:002016-07-16T20:07:20.301-04:00Sorry that I've been away for so long but I'm back<span style="font-size: large;">I have been busy over the last few months. I've redone some covers for old and new stories, I've written a short story, I'm in the process of working on another short story with a projected release date of December 3rd. I've published a little kid's book for my nephew Author Brandon Hughes (who is seven), I've taught myself how to use Scrivener and the LiveScribe ink pen and I have had an awesome Writer's Retreat with my sister-friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a renewed sense of purpose when it comes to writing. Sales for my newest release True's Love have been very good and at the time of this printing it is currently ranked #10 on the Amazon charts for short Kindle Romance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Beast has a new cover! Sales have increased with the updated Beast image. My Beta readers and friends are all in agreement that this rendition is very sexy--with the exception of Cloggerman who mentioned that lack of boobs with the loss of Ashleigh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've also had a cover and title reveal for my WIP that will be included in a Christmas anthology. I can't tell you much more about the project but I can tell you about the story I wrote. </span><br />
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riding orphan who has just lost her adopted mother and father. She is now on
her way to a small southern town to search for her birth parents. Steeped in
southern tradition Kara stands out among the God-fearing, traditional occupants.
But one man doesn't seem to mind, seems to even prefer Kara's city-ways. Noah
Drinkwater knows everyone and intends to help Kara in her search, not just for
family but maybe even for a place that she can call her home.</span></i><i><br />
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tentative release date of December 3, 2016. No other information is available
including the other authors involved.</span></i></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "cambria";">A Wrong Turn Towards Love has had the cover updated also. I wanted to connect it to one of my favorite places; Estill County where Lt. Christopher Jameson was born and where True's Love takes place. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "cambria";">Last week while working on covers I decided to update the cover for About Coco's Room. This is available on Amazon.com only and is free if you have Kindle Unlimited.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "cambria";">Now here is some very cute information. A few months ago while at my daughter's graduation my nephew saw the book that I'd written for her called The Purple World. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "cambria";">He told me that he wanted to write a book and I encouraged him to do so. He is a very smart individual. A few weeks later when I saw him at his sister's graduation he had created a book taped together with adorable cut-outs. It was called The Minecraft Adventure. I told him that I was going to publish it, and I did! </span></span></div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-34607973228837201752016-01-28T21:19:00.000-05:002016-01-28T21:19:00.354-05:00ABOUT COCO'S ROOM is coming to Nook and Kindle!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I decided to publish a book that I said would never see the light of
day on Amazon's KDP. Now nearly 2 years later after successful sells on
my ETSY store I have decided to publish ABOUT COCO'S ROOM in digital format on both Barnes and Noble and Amazon. It should be
live this weekend. <br />
If you haven't read it, this upload contains a
bonus chapter as well as an original poem by AvrgBlkGirl. The poetry
really makes the story. Please check it out! For more information about
the story, why I refused to publish it on Amazon, free preview and
insight into the story then check out my Newsletter.<br /> <a href="http://eepurl.com/bGV4tb" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://eepurl.com/bGV4tb</a>Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-26856066089597402402016-01-13T06:28:00.000-05:002016-01-13T06:28:11.096-05:00Pepper Pace Vlog 1/2016Happy New Years. Find out what's happening in the world of Pepper Pace with my first Vlog of 2016!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/A-tCma86N8c" width="560"></iframe><br />Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-48734372388839243642015-11-29T08:21:00.000-05:002015-11-29T08:21:17.358-05:00The Witch's Demon Now Available Exclusively on Amazon!<span style="font-size: large;">I'm so happy to finally present the story that I have been working on for so long. The Witch's Demon book 1 is now available on Amazon exclusively. It is included in the Kindle Unlimited program which means that at least for the next 90 days it won't be available anywhere but Amazon. Whether or not you are a member of KU and whether or not you have a Kindle, you can still enjoy this book. For those that don't know you can download a free reading app that allows you to read Kindle books on your smart phone or computer. Now, please enjoy a new excerpt. <br /><br />Excerpt:<br />It was Ona who brought her an understanding of what had really happened to Summer’s real mother. When Summer was twelve and Ona ten years old, the younger girl had whispered the things that no one had ever dare say aloud.<br />“Your mother is the plaything of a demon.”<br />“My mother?” Summer said, nearly forgetting that the two weren’t the same flesh and blood.<br />“Your white mother—the one who disappeared.”<br />Summer had looked at Ona with wide eyes. It was not exactly forbidden to speak about Summer’s mother, but such discussions were frowned upon by the family’s matriarch. <br />Ona continued, her dark eyes serious. “I heard them talking.” Them meant many different things depending on the context—But Summer knew that in this context ‘them’ meant the ladies of the circle; the witches group that they belonged to. <br />“They didn’t know I was home,” Ona continued. “I was supposed to be outside collecting herbs but I got thirsty. Miss Genevieve said that your mama got her goose cooked, dabbling in things she shouldn’t. And then mama said that no one deserved to be the plaything of a demon…”<br />Summer frowned images in her head of the many stray cats they sometime took care of that toyed with the captured mice or birds before killing and devouring them. <br />“Do you think my mother is still alive?”<br />Ona looked stricken. “Mama thinks so. But if she comes back will that mean you won’t be my sister anymore?”<br />“I don’t know,” Summer had answered honestly, tossing back one thick black braid. “Can we be sisters even if we don’t live together?”<br />Ona shrugged but then another thought struck her, “What if your mother is living in hell?”<br />Summer had never thought about that. An uneasy fear began to crawl over her skin.<br />“What if the demon comes back and makes you live with him and your mother?” Ona said--her small brown hands clutched in her lap.<br />Summer shook her head. “Mama won’t let that happen.”<br />Ona sighed and the tension began to recede from her small body. “You’re right. The circle won’t let anyone take you. But if mama hadn’t come to your house that day, maybe the demon would have come back for you.”</span><br />
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<br />Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-7408309893906396522015-11-25T18:29:00.002-05:002015-11-25T18:29:19.423-05:00TWD teaser trailer <span style="font-size: large;">I don't have a release date for The Witch's Demon book 1. But I'm shooting for the end of November...Uh, yeah, I know it's already the end of the month. Which means you should have it in just a few short days.</span><br />
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<h1>
Chapter One</h1>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">The abandoned witch</span></i></b></div>
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<br /></div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
There is nothing more unfortunate than to be a
witch with no powers--or perhaps more accurately, a witch whose powers have yet
to manifest.</div>
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This was not Summer’s fault. She wasn’t exactly
born into it—although mama said that she had great power that lay just beneath
her skin waiting to come out. It made Summer think about an errant hair or
stray pimple; <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">waiting to come out.</i> </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
The circle didn’t want her, although mama
sometimes allowed Summer to help her with small things like drying the herbs
and mixing them for use in potions. But Summer was never allowed to sit in the
circle with the others and when she asked why mama just said that she wasn’t
born into it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Mama and her sisters all had the talent—but they
were born into it. Yasmine wasn’t her real mother and Bethsheba and Ona were
not her real sisters. Sometimes people gazed upon her with her pale skin and
long black hair that cascaded down the center of her back. They would take in
her emerald green eyes and wonder why her mother and sisters were black when
she was so obviously white.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
People were idiots, Summer would think. Why did
they think that family was only comprised of flesh and blood? Family was who
loved and took care of you when your own family was nowhere to be found. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer’s real mother had lived in a small little
house on John’s Island amidst swamp alligators and raccoons that came right up
on the porch to eat the dog’s food. Summer remembered the pretty flowers and
the thick forest with the water snakes that hung from the trees, and the
strange willow trees that looked straight out of fairytale. What Summer didn’t
remember is going to school or having friends. She was six and then seven and
then eight and the only people she saw were her mother’s customers. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
They would come at dusk with their money clutched
in their fist and determined expressions on their faces because they knew that
the strange white woman that lived in a shack on the water’s edge had a knack
to make things happen. </div>
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She knew how to work the best gris gris—maybe
because she was disconnected from the rest of the community and didn’t allow
her own prejudices to interfere with who she worked magic for or against--or
maybe her mysterious ways harkened to a darker magic that no one wanted to talk
about.</div>
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By the time Summer was eight she knew the plants
and the magic words and would help her mother with the most rudimentary spells.
One morning Summer woke up and her mother wasn’t home. She went to the river
and checked the traps and brought back the meat but her mother was still not
around. Summer cooked breakfast—at eight she was old enough to make most of the
meals. </div>
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Her mother; Autumn, did not return and for two
terrifying weeks Summer wandered their small house and the surroundings that
she so loved. She bathed in the river the way her mother would want her to and
took care of the animals. People came for her mother’s magic but Summer hid.
But they kept coming and then mama showed up.</div>
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Mama called her with a song. Summer peeked at her
from where she was hiding from behind a tree. And Mama stood on the porch and
in a beautiful light voice called out for the whereabouts of the pretty little
bird. But mama was the pretty one. She was true Creole, a tantalizing mixture
of Kiawah Indian, French and African. Her long hair fell in waves down her back
and Summer remembered that she wore a long dress but was barefoot—yet no dirt
seemed to have settled on her feet.</div>
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The song mama sang began to make Summer sleepy and
before she knew it her feet were carrying her to the strange woman that stood
singing on her porch. When mama’s hazel eyes rested upon Summer a broad smile
touched her face. She lifted Summer into her arms as if she was a little baby
and mama carried her home where she was to live from that moment forward. </div>
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<br /></div>
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</div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;">
~***~ </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
It was Ona who brought her an understanding of
what had really happened to Summer’s real mother. When Summer was twelve and
Ona ten years old, the younger girl had whispered the things that no one had
ever dare say aloud.</div>
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“Your mother is the plaything of a demon.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
“My mother?” Summer said, nearly forgetting that
the two weren’t the same flesh and blood.</div>
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“Your white mother—the one who disappeared.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer had looked at Ona with wide eyes. It was
not exactly forbidden to speak about Summer’s mother, but such discussions were
frowned upon by the family’s matriarch. </div>
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Ona continued, her dark eyes serious. “I heard
them talking.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Them</i> meant many
different things depending on the context—But Summer knew that in this context
‘them’ meant the ladies of the circle; the witches group that they belonged to.
</div>
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“They didn’t know I was home,” Ona continued. “I
was supposed to be outside collecting herbs but I got thirsty. Miss Genevieve
said that your mama got her goose cooked, dabbling in things she shouldn’t. And
then mama said that no one deserved to be the plaything of a demon…”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer frowned images in her head of the many
stray cats they sometime took care of that toyed with the captured mice or
birds before killing and devouring them. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
“Do you think my mother is still alive?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Ona looked stricken. “Mama thinks so. But if she
comes back will that mean you won’t be my sister anymore?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
“I don’t know,” Summer had answered honestly,
tossing back one thick black braid. “Can we be sisters even if we don’t live
together?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Ona shrugged but then another thought struck her,
“What if your mother is living in hell?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer had never thought about that. An uneasy
fear began to crawl over her skin.</div>
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“What if the demon comes back and makes you live
with him and your mother?” Ona said--her small brown hands clutched in her lap.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer shook her head. “Mama won’t let that
happen.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Ona sighed and the tension began to recede from
her small body. “You’re right. The circle won’t let anyone take you. But if
mama hadn’t come to your house that day, maybe the demon would have come back
for you.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;">
~***~ </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
By the time Summer turned twenty, Bethsheba had
gotten married and Ona had moved to North Carolina to attend college. Summer
felt as if her life was at a stand still. Deciding that she would have to be
the one to make something happen in her life she decided to visit the empty
little house that she had lived in as a child. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
No one went there, except maybe on Halloween night
when teenagers dared each other to walk up on the porch and call her mother’s
name three times before running screeching through the night at the hooting of
an owl or the passionate squeal of a wildcat. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer had never gone back, at first because she
was too young to make the trip by herself, and then later because she was too
afraid of seeing the ghosts of what used to be. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Making up an excuse to go to the Farmer’s market,
Summer borrowed the car and made the long trek to her old house. She didn’t
like lying to her mother—it wasn’t something that she was accustomed to doing.
Mama was a white witch, after all and knew things, so it was best to live your
life without guile in dealings where she was concerned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer was unable to explain what it is that she
wanted but she knew that until she returned to the house, she would not be able
to begin the process of putting her past behind her, or moving forward towards
a future that was not haunted by her other’s disappearance.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
The small house seemed no more than a shack to
Summer as she pulled up into an overgrown drive-way. Old beer bottles and cans
littered the front yard. However the door to the house remained closed and
there was none of the expected graffiti or broken out windows seen in most
abandoned homes. Folks around these parts respected the unseen forces even if
they claimed not to always believe in them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer wasn’t afraid of the things that prevented
others from walking into the house. She didn’t expect Autumn’s ghost to come
flying out. Her fear was the simple discovery that she did not belong anywhere.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
The front door was locked and Summer hurried to an
overgrown flower pot where the key lay nestled beneath it—even after all of
these years. She used it to unlock the door and was met by the stifling stench
of a closed up house—mildewed furniture, dust and the faint smell of past
meals.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Coughing, Summer looked around, taking in the
sight of the hazy images of dust covered surfaces. Little footprints of some
long lost rodent marred the perfection of the dust covered hardwood floor. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
For a long moment she just stood there taking in
the sights, which conjured lost memories. How small the house looked, crowded
with rickety furniture. An old velvet couch that had looked so grand when she
was a child, now she clearly saw that it was threadbare with strategically
placed laced doilies that attempted to hide some of the bigger holes. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Next to the sofa was a three-legged cocktail table
that held a gaudy lamp with a stain-glassed lampshade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she was a child she used to lay on the
couch and stare at the lamp thinking that it looked like the jewelry of some of
her mother’s richer customers. She would think of Miss Remy’s colorful rings
whenever she gazed at the lamp and she would think that she and her mother were
rich. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer’s feet moved the few steps to the shelf
that held jars and small wooden boxes that contained her mother’s herbs,
amulets and potions. There were spell books lining the shelves and when Summer
opened a few of them they appeared to be handwritten by people who had died
long before her mother had been born. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She saw one familiar book with a handmade cover.
It was the book that her mother used to write in! Summer quickly snatched it
off the shelf. It was covered in stiff leather, the stitching all hand done.
When she opened it, it creaked as if the pages would fall to the floor. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She wondered if her mother had written it. Were
these her spells? Summer carefully leafed through the pages noting the neat
script and drawings of plants and herbs, or protective circles. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
The writing wasn’t always easy to read and Summer
imagined that it would be so for even someone who had more than her limited
education. She had never taken well to schooling. She didn’t consider herself
stupid but things did come harder since she was eight years old the first time
that she ever stepped foot into a school building. It had taken Summer a long
time to acclimate to the other children and book learning just never seemed to
come easy. Summer was lucky to graduate with barely passing grades. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
With a sigh she pressed the book to her chest,
clutching it as if she was holding her long lost mother.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She felt saddened by the neglected house and for a
moment she wanted to scrub everything down until it was just the way her mother
had left it. Instead she moved from item to item, allowing her fingers to touch
them—reacquainting herself with the things that at one time had been as
familiar as the back of her hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer moved to the kitchen. All of the dishes had
been neatly washed and put away and she opened each cabinet and examined the
mismatched dishes and chipped glasses, memories of her past returning to her.
She felt as if she was walking out of a fog as long forgotten memories returned
to her. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She went to her mother’s room, the bed was still
unmade and if not for the layers of dust she would have thought that her mother
had jumped out of bed just that morning. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
“Where are you?” She whispered. She left that room
and walked to her old bedroom. Her twin-sized bed was neatly made up with faded
sheets that had images of princesses. There were no toys in this bedroom but
her belongings had been neatly lined on a bookshelf that contained things that
had interested her as a child; several thumb size pieces of amber, the
thighbone of a toad, a shiny black stone with white specks, a pen knife and
several pieces of wood that she had tried to whittle into shapes of animals—but
had turned out to be little more than malformed knots.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She sighed and wondered why she had come. This had
been a bad idea. Suddenly she wanted to leave and never return. But her
mother…the mystery of her mother’s disappearance was somewhere in this house. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer sat down at the kitchen table, ignoring the
dust. This is where her mother had done most of her work with her clients. This
table was the one piece of furniture that seemed to have any value. It had
obviously been cut from a great tree—the type Summer could only guess. But the
tabletop was thick and the rings of the tree that it had once been could be
clearly seen even now through the layers of dust. She remembered that when
polished the table shined and was as smooth as marble. She had loved tracing
those rings with her fingers. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Ignoring the dust that poofed up in a plume,
Summer sat the book down on the table top and beginning with page one she began
to read. </div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
She had to start somewhere.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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</div>
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~***~ </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
Summer returned to the old house a few times over
the course of the next two weeks to read the books. She didn’t dare bring them
into mama’s house. She had no doubt that Yasmine’s keen awareness would pick up
on the dark magic that had invaded the sanctity of her home.</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
These spell books were even harder to understand
than her mother’s. The spell books were hand written and sometimes little more
than chicken scratch. At times the ink was so faded that she had to hold it
right next to the kerosene lamp in order to make out the words. Some pages were
stained or cracked. But what she could make out was fascinating. There were
stories of hell, but not a hell that she could have ever imagined. The hell
described mirrored a world that was much like her own. </div>
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The drawings were amazing but frightening. They
included images of monsters with fangs and talons but what intrigued her more
was the fact that many of the demons looked like people except with red glowing
eyes. Some demons had tails and horns, some were thin, heavy, beautiful or ugly
just the same as humans. </div>
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The books described something that confused her.
There was page after page describing a war between witches and demons. Demons
seemed to despise witches in a way that didn’t match their desire to cause
chaos for humans. If she understood what she was reading then demons enjoyed
the idea of twisting a human’s soul, but they wanted witches dead.</div>
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That would contradict that her mother was a
demon’s plaything. Her mother was probably dead. Unless Yasmine and the ladies
of the witch’s circle knew something that she didn’t know…</div>
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She had to do something that she had avoided;
Summer needed to confront Yasmine about her true mother.</div>
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TO BE CONTINUED... </div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-71823299424298074692015-11-11T22:24:00.002-05:002015-11-11T22:24:09.056-05:00Is Facebook against authors who write romance?<img alt="" class="image-cropper-nodrag position-absolute-center " src="https://d22r54gnmuhwmk.cloudfront.net/photos/8/sa/ld/CysaLdYpDYtxtCX-800x450-noPad.jpg?1447197585" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">For more information please see this <a href="https://www.change.org/p/mark-zuckerberg-is-facebook-against-authors-who-write-romance">petition</a> by Change.org</span>Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-50873275898170928422015-11-11T12:29:00.000-05:002015-11-11T16:42:01.502-05:00I HAVE A LITTLE SECRET...<h2>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">Several months ago I did a post on Facebook where I
talked about how sales are going down for not only me but many of my author
friends. We have all discussed ways to increase our readership or to even write
outside of our usual genres. Many IR authors have already begun doing that,
creating Alt names in which they write under. In some ways this could mean even
less IR stories from some of the popular authors in our genre. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">The truth is that we know that the IR fans are the
best and most loyal around. But we aren't reaching past our pools of fans. Even
when we write stories that are contemporary or paranormal or Sci-fi we just
aren't reaching these readers.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">In my case I decided to put Pepper Pace to rest while
I write under a different name. Yes, I won't lie for a while I wanted to permanently
put Pepper to rest but I was convinced by all of my friends that Pepper Pace is
beyond IR and that my readership isn't as much interested in the IR aspect as
they are in the story that I have to tell. I'm convinced this is the truth so I
have changed my plans and I will continue writing Pepper Pace stories. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
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<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">While I was struggling with this decision I wrote
three stories under my alt name <a href="https://bjandersenerotica.wordpress.com/">Beth<span style="color: black;"> </span>Jo
Andersen</a> (direct link to Beth Jo's website. You can also visit her Facebook
page). Beth Jo writes smut--specifically monster sex erotica. My first series
under that alt name is called Primal Urges and it is Big foot porn also known
as cryptozoological erotica.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">Author Virginia Wade cleaned up on monster
fantasy porn. But not all fantasy monster sex stories are about Big Foot, some
of the monsters include T-rex, Minotaurs, Merman--there was even one written
about a Cheesy Puff that came to life and pimped out a guy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">So I guess you see that monster sex porn is somewhat
tongue in cheek. They are sexy quick reads that are outrageous, funny and
campy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">I read a few of the stories and liked them. Yes I do
enjoy smut (smile). So I asked my boyfriend to come up with the whitest persons
name possible. It seemed that monster porn authors all have very Vanilla
Caucasian names. He came up with Beth Andersen--coincidentally he is white and
his sister's name is Beth...but I digress. </span></div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Snatched-Big-Foot-Primal-Urges-ebook/dp/B00XZZXH5C/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1447277890&sr=8-3&keywords=beth+jo+andersen"><img alt="http://www.amazon.com/Snatched-Big-Foot-Primal-Urges-ebook/dp/B00XZZXH5C/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1447277890&sr=8-3&keywords=beth+jo+andersen" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaN136BCH5w9GGUKYfz6_U0dIZYddI-ARe3L8UMJAoTb3q8msTQoV3DInU-AkvO1aGY3_4_YvnJUnHNSw5Z37wiGIjmPCM_Thg-HzWSBrT0v8FtcNOT5cNe8KkQsXs4ghYqobdY3gdpsIA/s400/Snatched_by_BF+final.jpg" width="250" /></a><span style="font-size: 24.0pt;"><br />
When I told Beta Reader number 1 my idea she shook her head and said she didn't
want to Beta Read the Big Foot porn. I completely understood and told her that
I didn't expect her to do that. But secretly I did. Once the first book was
written and formatted, I gave it to her to look at just to check the meta data
and cover images, etc. Then I walked away. The next day I asked her if it
looked okay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">Beta Reader glared at me. "I can't stand you! You
wrote this just like Pepper Pace! You made Big Foot with heart. I like
him!" I just hid my grin. I knew she would because even though it's
smut--I'm still Pepper Pace and even my smutty stories have heart and
soul. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">Then Beta Reader did what she does best, she sat down
and we worked on how to make my monster sex porn the best from all the rest. I
definitely think that I achieved that. Whereas most people write about sexy
bombshells with big boobs, my hero is a lonely women that was in an auto
accident that caused her to have severe facial injuries. After feeling shunned
by society she moves out to the hollers of Kentucky. Also, my Big foot is not a
raping ape but an intelligent, protective alpha that helps this human even
though they are natural enemies. I'm posting a (clean) sneak peek here:</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;"><a href="http://pepperpacefeedback.blogspot.com/p/beth-jo-andersens-snatched-by-big-foot.html">Snatched
by the Big Foot! Primal Urges book 1</a></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;">
<span style="font-size: 24.0pt;">So that is my little secret. I'm not going to put a
disclaimer that these books are for adults only...</span></div>
Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-5445656404901715582015-10-20T16:58:00.001-04:002015-10-20T16:58:02.307-04:00~Pt 3 The Witch's Demon book 1~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-offset-key="crg5f-0-0" data-reactid=".r7.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$crg5f.0:$crg5f-0-0"><span data-reactid=".r7.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$crg5f.0:$crg5f-0-0.0">~Now available, Pt 3 of The Witch's Demon. In this chapter Summer comes face to face with the demon~</span></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-offset-key="ci79c-0-0" data-reactid=".r7.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$ci79c.0:$ci79c-0-0"><span data-reactid=".r7.1.0.1.0.0.$editor0.0.0.$ci79c.0:$ci79c-0-0.0">If you haven't been following the continuing series of the Witch's Demon book 1 as narrated by author Pepper Pace, it isn't too late! Available only on Etsy for the low price of $.50 for each part, the complete story will go on sale in digital format on Amazon for Kindle for $2.99 on Halloween. Then the narrated version will be removed. Get yours before its gone.</span></span></span></div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-75464457944970327092015-10-12T12:34:00.003-04:002015-10-12T12:47:16.584-04:00PART 2 The Witch's Demon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now available for your listening enjoyment the Second Installment of
The Witch's Demon, exclusively on Etsy for the low price of $.50 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In this episode Summer finds out the truth about her mother and she gets some unexpected help.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Just as a reminder, this is narrated by me, the book in its entirety
will be available on Halloween exclusively at Amazon for $2.99</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/251595925/">Part 2 The Witch's Demon book 1</a></span>Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-85766899765954957222015-10-03T02:44:00.001-04:002015-10-03T02:44:13.591-04:00PART 1 Of The Witch's Demon. Now available on Etsy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-35496931364608406622015-09-30T01:07:00.000-04:002015-09-30T01:07:16.895-04:00The Witch's Demon book 1 ~Preview~
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CHAPTER 1</h1>
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There is nothing more unfortunate than to be a
witch with no powers--or perhaps more accurately, a witch whose powers have yet
to manifest.</div>
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This was not Summer’s fault. She wasn’t exactly
born into it—although her mother said that she had great power that lay just
beneath her skin waiting to come out. It made Summer think about an errant hair
or stray pimple; <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">waiting to come out.</i>
</div>
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Mama and her sisters all had the talent—but they
were born into it. Mama wasn’t her real mama and Bethsheba, Ona and Marcelle
were not her real sisters. Sometimes people gazed upon her with her pale skin
and long black hair that cascaded down the center of her back. They would take
in her emerald green eyes and wonder why her mother and sisters were black when
she was so obviously white.</div>
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People were idiots, Summer would think. Why did
they think that family was only comprised of flesh and blood? Family was who
loved and took care of you when your own family was nowhere to be found. </div>
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Summer’s real mother had lived in a small little
house on St John’s Island amidst swamp alligators and raccoons that came right
up on the porch to eat the dog’s food. Summer remembered the pretty flowers and
the thick forest with the little scurrying squirrels and rabbits. What Summer
didn’t remember is going to school or having friends. She was six and then
seven and then eight and the only people she saw were her mother’s customers. </div>
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They would come at dusk with their money clutched
in their fist and determined expressions on their face because they knew that
the strange white woman that lived in a shack on the water’s edge had a knack
to make things happen. </div>
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She spoke the ‘gullah’ just like any of them, and
knew how to work the best gris gris—maybe because she was disconnected from the
rest of the community and didn’t allow her own prejudices to interfere--or
maybe her mysterious ways harkened to a darker magic that no one wanted to talk
about.</div>
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By the time Summer was eight she knew the plants
and the magic words and would help her mother with the most rudimentary spells.
One morning Summer woke up and her mother wasn’t home. She went to the river
and checked the traps and brought back the meat but her mother was still not
around. Summer cooked breakfast—at eight she was old enough to make most of the
meals. </div>
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Her mother did not return and for two terrifying
weeks Summer wandered their small house and the surroundings that she so loved.
She bathed in the river the way her mother would want her to and took care of
the animals. People came for her mother’s magic but Summer hid. But they kept
coming and then Mama showed up.</div>
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Mama called her little bird. Summer peeked at her
from where she was hiding from behind a tree. And Mama stood on the porch and
in a beautiful light voice called out for the whereabouts of the pretty little
bird. But mama was the pretty one. She was true Creole, a tantalizing mixture
of Kiawah Indian, French and African. Her long hair fell in waves down her back
and Summer remembered that she wore a long dress but was barefoot—yet no dirt
seemed to have settled on her feet.</div>
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The song Mama sang began to make Summer sleepy and
before she knew it her feet were carrying her to the strange woman that stood
singing on her porch. When Mama’s hazel eyes rested upon Summer a broad smile
touched her face. She lifted Summer into her arms as if she was a little baby
and Mama carried her home where she was to live from that moment forward. </div>
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Before that very day, she had never set eyes upon
the woman who would raise her. It was a full year later before Summer asked
where her real mother was and Mama said that she was with the one that she had
no right to call.</div>
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And that idea seethed inside of Summer for many
years—years in which all those around her were able to cast spells and work
magic while she wondered if she was destined to always be different. And then
the idea began to sprout from the seedlings of information that she had
gathered about her real mother—that the woman could call upon someone stronger
to work her magic, a minor demon, something that could easily be controlled.</div>
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~***~ </div>
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Summer learned magic from mama—and not hoodoo—which
is what her real mother worked. Mama didn’t cotton to that kind of thing. Magic
was clean and white and Summer was taught the clear distinction between the
two. Her real mother had partaken in the dark rituals of conjuring and
root-working—in which it was common to call upon a demon to do ones bidding. When
Summer tried to question her mother about it, the topic was swiftly shut-down,
her mama snapping at her in uncharacteristic anger. Later mama came into the
bedroom that Summer shared with her little sister Ona and explained the best
way that she dared.</div>
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“You are a vessel, Summer, just waiting to be
filled.” And then mama touched her chin and lifted her head until their eyes
met. “One day it will be filled—be patient and only offer yourself purity and
cleanness. Anything less will darken your soul. Do you understand, little
bird?”</div>
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And Summer had understood. She had taken pangs to
keep her thoughts and actions pure. The boys did not come around—too afraid of
her white skin and her powerful Mama, but she didn’t care about boys or
physical attraction. She only cared about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the
one that should not be called upon.</i> </div>
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It was Ona who brought the idea to her mind. When
Summer was twelve and Ona ten years old, the younger girl had whispered the
things that no one dared say aloud.</div>
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“Your mother is the plaything of a demon.”</div>
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“My mother is your mother …” Summer said, nearly
forgetting that the two weren’t the same flesh and blood.</div>
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“No. Your white mother—the one who disappeared.”</div>
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Summer had looked at Ona with wide eyes. It was
not exactly forbidden to speak about Summer’s mother, but such discussions were
frowned upon by the family’s matriarch. </div>
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Ona continued, her dark eyes serious. “I heard
them talking.” <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Them</i> meant many
different things depending on the context—But Summer knew that in this context
‘them’ meant the ladies of the circle; the witches group that they belonged to.
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“They didn’t know I was home,” Ona continued. “I
was supposed to be outside collecting herbs but I got thirsty. Miss Genevieve
said that your mama got her goose cooked, dabbling in things she shouldn’t. And
then mama said that no one deserved to be the plaything of a demon…”</div>
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Summer frowned images in her head of the many
stray cats they sometime took care of that toyed with the captured mice or
birds before killing and devouring them. </div>
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“Do you think my mother is still alive?”</div>
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Ona looked stricken. “Mayhap she is. But if she
comes back will that mean you won’t be my sister anymore?”</div>
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“I don’t know,” Summer had answered honestly, tossing
back one thick black braid. “Can we be sisters even if we don’t live together?”</div>
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Ona nodded in relief but then another thought
struck her, “What if your mother is living in hell?”</div>
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Summer had never thought about that. An uneasy
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Summer shook her head. “Mama won’t let that
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Ona sighed and the tension began to recede from
her small body. “You’re right. The circle won’t let anyone take you. But if
mama hadn’t come to your house that day, maybe the demon would have come back
for you.”</div>
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<b>Coming in two days ... </b></div>
Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-83099380698889729832015-09-03T14:22:00.001-04:002015-09-03T14:22:06.648-04:00Raising Dion; a new diverse comic book<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dW9EIxEqrJw" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I have already read the first comic (which was free). If you would like more information about this project you can find more information here: </b></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.dennis-liu.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>RAISING DION</b></span></a></div>
Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-82607799070256665392015-09-03T08:47:00.002-04:002015-09-03T08:47:32.936-04:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Have you read About Coco's Room?</h2>
<span style="font-size: large;">Years before writing best
selling novels such as Beast, Wheels of Steel and Crash I wrote an Urban
Lit story that was so hardcore that I didn't think it could be
released--especially after the fiasco with my BDSM story Blair and the
Emoboy. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> I refused to sale it on Amazon and decided that it would
appear in digital and manuscript format on ETSY only. About Coco's Room
is one of my little known gems...and I'm fine with that because this
story i<span class="text_exposed_show">s not for everyone. The themes
include child abuse, rape, drug use, murder, graphic language, sex,
love, hate, romance and forgiveness. </span></span><br />
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About Coco's Room is the story about the strange relationship between a
pusher and the silent woman that he delivers cocaine to. Despite a
rocky start, somehow they form a strange friendship that becomes
deadly...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> <i>You can buy this book digitally at a discount by using code LABOR2015 through labor day!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/212995476/about-cocos-room-digital?ref=shop_home_active_1">Get your copy at ETSY </a></i></span></div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-76362131008816160302015-09-02T21:40:00.003-04:002015-09-02T21:40:34.629-04:00Labor Day Sale on Peppe Pace Products at EtsyUse discount code LABOR2015 for a 1 dollar discount on your purchase of $3 or more.<br />
<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/PepperPaceProducts?ref=hdr_shop_menu">ETSY</a>Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-75180712703279396432015-07-25T16:21:00.003-04:002015-07-25T16:21:24.072-04:00Wheels of Steel books 1-3 available as a boxed set
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In July 2010 I debuted a story on my blog, Writing feedback.
It began as an ongoing free series, and soon I was receiving hundreds of views
with each post. The stor<i>y </i>is about a young man who was wheelchair bound due to his uncontrolled Cerebral
Palsy. In addition this young man had terrible seizures and spells, which
caused him to stutter. But Jason is also a gifted musician with a nearly
unending knowledge of music. Many readers of romance might not have thought of
Jason aka Top as a romantic hero—and yet for thousands of readers Jason has
become a sexy bad boy that you just can’t help but to love. </div>
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And then there is Robin, a young black woman stricken with
crippling shyness. Jason lashes out at her, taking out his frustrations on her
which eventually forces Robin to stand up for herself and to emerge from her
shell. This begins a love story that re-defines IR/Multicultural Romance. Even
I was surprised at the popularity of the stories. I, of course loved them—but I
didn’t think it could gain mainstream popularity because I didn’t realize that
enough people would be just as intrigued as I was about how this couple and
their friends would deal with their handicaps—both perceived and real, as well
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People began to encourage me to publish the story but I
didn’t know how. It was massive at nearly three hundred thousand words. I
decided to break the story into several books. This is why you only see the
books entitled Book 1, Book 2, Book 3 etc. with no other title to differentiate
each book from the other.</div>
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The story of the Wheels of Steel gang has touched people
from many diverse backgrounds. Although the main characters have disabilities I
don’t feel that the story is about physical handicaps. In fact, I like to think
that this book is about people who have disabilities both external as well as
internal … just like you and I. </div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-57894851962230716442015-07-24T05:31:00.001-04:002015-07-24T05:31:41.326-04:00Wheels of Steel Book 4 is finally live! <span style="font-size: small;">I can't wait for you
guys to read book 4 in the Wheels of Steel series. There are so many surprises in this book and inwardly I
have been grinning in anticipation for your reactions. After Beta
Reader #1 read it she had a smile on her face--not that strained look of
'Let me go tell this girl that she is straight up crazy...' </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> No, Beta Reader #1 says, "This is why you are my favorite writer...I'm going back to re-read the entire series now."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I just did a fist pump and said, "I told you that I was going to make all the craziness work."</span><br />
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Soooo, if you have been holding out on beginning this series because
you doubted the mind of the writer--you may want to read all 300K words
JUST so that you can get to this book (smile).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Happy Reading!</span><br /> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/neverdoubtthemindofawriter?source=feed_text&story_id=875548705866141"><span class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">NeverDoubtTheMindOfAWriter</span></a><br /> <a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/teampepperpace?source=feed_text&story_id=875548705866141"><span class="_58cl">#</span><span class="_58cm">TeamPepperPace</span></a><br />
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<span class="_58cm"> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="http://Wheels of Steel Book 4 is finally live! ">Now Available at Amazon.com for Kindle</a> </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="_58cm">Coming Soon to Barnes and Noble for Nook</span></b></span></div>
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<span class="_58cm"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Coming Soon in Paperback at Createspace </b></span></span></div>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-75899530711132855732015-07-09T13:11:00.001-04:002015-07-09T13:15:43.707-04:00Just a few of Pep's favorite things on Amazon<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I'm an Amazon Affiliate now! It means that I can set up an Amazon shop and feature things that interest me. If you're interested in what interests me then check out my page on Amazon.</i></span><br />
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<i>This weekend I will be sharing chapter 1 of the soon to be released, long awaited book 4 in the Wheels of Steel series.</i><br />
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-5245303909500670542015-07-03T20:54:00.002-04:002015-07-03T20:54:17.760-04:00Wheels of Steel Book 4 Coming July 24th. Pre-Orders now available!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pepper Pace’s long awaited fourth book in the Wheels of Steel saga finds
Robin and Jason reunited after a betrayal that Robin could not forgive.
Too much drinking, partying and drug use leaves Robin with wavering
control. And Jason has vowed that no matter what, he will never again
lose the woman he loves.<br />
<br />Their tentative reunion is put to a test
when tragedy requires them to travel to Japan where Robin is finally
forced to face the one person whose betrayal she cannot forgive. In book
four Pepper Pace brings together the entire Wheels of Steel crew along
with new players … as well as new betrayals.<br />On the edge of becoming
famous the Wheels of Steel crew have to navigate the Japanese nightlife,
partying, drugs, the Yakuza—all with the backdrop of their creative
music. Warning: This book is intended for adult readers only and
contains graphic language and sex. All characters are 18+ <br />
<br />COMING 7/24/2015 FOR E-BOOK AT AMAZON AND BARNES AND NOBLE. ALSO IN PAPERBACK AT AMAZON AND CREATESPACE<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wheels-Steel-Book-Pepper-Pace-ebook/dp/B010W0SN38/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435968206&sr=8-1&keywords=wheels+of+steel+book+4">NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER ON AMAZON</a></span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rZpxWBL81cc" width="560"></iframe><br />Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-78209215431799656602015-06-11T17:22:00.002-04:002015-06-12T08:25:30.415-04:00Cheesy Puff Came to Life And Pimped My Gay Ass <span style="font-size: large;">This is the title of a book--and no, I'm not here to bash it. I'm laughing and intrigued. I would have shown a link but it's removed </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">from Amazon. Some writer friends and I were hanging out and one said that she had saw a book called Cheesy Puff Came to life and Pimped My Gay Ass. I didn't believe it until I saw the cover of the book which had a cheese puff wearing a big purple pimp hat...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obviously this is satire. We found this on GoodReads and it was once on Amazon but as of the time of this writing it was removed. I wasn't going to buy the book but wanted to see the ranking of the author Max Woods. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I was intrigued at titles such as: </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-size: large;">Gangbanged on Planet of the gay robo raptors</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I Seduced Bigfoot to Save Broadway from the homophobic sasquatches...and I liked it!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Billionaire sports car made me gay</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'd heard about this thing called 'Monster Sex'. It was a big thing and included Dinosaur and Big Foot sex. And then Amazon pulled much of the erotic stories. The laws were intended to target incest and child pornography stories but in the process removed satire and fantasy sex.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Foots-Side-Piece-Primal-ebook/dp/B00Y015VBI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Foots-Side-Piece-Primal-ebook/dp/B00Y015VBI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAoq0hEOHEKMiiznPstO39xeZZ5YXesI0WejjqlE2_a3daq3loA4pVVrQmgVn53vvXHcSxKi8vT_mDB0BVO0gJL4bd8i6aasV19-lCwYOcpvH7LXtn68QDTvi0SiHT3Wc9k1ExOePaStP/s200/BF_Book2_Final.jpg" width="125" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now let me just say, to each his own. This is a No-Judgement-Zone. But intrigued, my friends and I checked out Big Foot's Side Piece (and bought it, and enjoyed it) which was about this lady that had an encounter with Big Foot and Big's 'girlfriend' found about it and gave her a beat down. We laughed so hard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So when I look at these titles I don't think in terms of sexuality but in humor. One thing I saw is that these books are very popular, and quick reads but generally they cost a lot. But I can guarantee that they will make you laugh.</span><br />
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-22726467066866831192015-05-30T18:39:00.001-04:002015-05-30T18:39:33.249-04:00How to stay married--thoughts from a divorced man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>I read this on a friend's blog and thought I'd share. These are words of wisdom that can help save your relationship</i></div>
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<b>By David Mikus</b> </blockquote>
<blockquote>
Obviously, I’m not a relationship expert. But there’s something about my
divorce being finalized this week that gives me perspective of things I
wish I would have done different… After losing a woman that I loved,
and a marriage of almost 37 years, here’s the advice I wish I would have
had </blockquote>
<blockquote>
1) Never stop courting. Never stop dating. NEVER EVER take that woman
for granted. When you asked her to marry you, you promised to be that
man that would OWN HER HEART and to fiercely protect it. This is the
most important and sacred treasure you will ever be entrusted with. SHE
CHOSE YOU. Never forget that, and NEVER GET LAZY in your love. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
2) PROTECT YOUR OWN HEART. Just as you committed to being the protector
of her heart, you must guard your own with the same vigilance. Love
yourself fully, love the world openly, but there is a special place in
your heart where no one must enter except for your wife. Keep that space
always ready to receive her and invite her in, and refuse to let anyone
or anything else enter there.
</blockquote>
<blockquote>
3) FALL IN LOVE OVER and OVER and OVER again. You will constantly
change. You’re not the same people you were when you got married, and in
five years you will not be the same person you are today. Change will
come, and in that you have to re-choose each other everyday. SHE DOESN’T
HAVE TO STAY WITH YOU, and if you don’t take care of her heart, she may
give that heart to someone else or seal you out completely, and you may
never be able to get it back. Always fight to win her love just as you
did when you were courting her. </blockquote>
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4) ALWAYS SEE THE BEST in her. Focus only on what you love. What you
focus on will expand. If you focus on what bugs you, all you will see is
reasons to be bugged. If you focus on what you love, you can’t help but
be consumed by love. Focus to the point where you can no longer see
anything but love, and you know without a doubt that you are the
luckiest man on earth to be have this woman as your wife. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
5) IT’S NOT YOUR JOB TO CHANGE OR FIX HER… your job is to love her as
she is with no expectation of her ever changing. And if she changes,
love what she becomes, whether it’s what you wanted or not. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
6) TAKE FULL ACCOUNTABILITY for your own emotions: It’s not your wife’s
job to make you happy, and she CAN’T make you sad. You are responsible
for finding your own happiness, and through that your joy will spill
over into your relationship and your love. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
7) NEVER BLAME your wife If YOU get frustrated or angry at her, it is
only because it is triggering something inside of YOU. They are YOUR
emotions, and your responsibility. When you feel those feelings take
time to get present and to look within and understand what it is inside
of YOU that is asking to be healed. You were attracted to this woman
because she was the person best suited to trigger all of your childhood
wounds in the most painful way so that you could heal them… when you
heal yourself, you will no longer be triggered by her, and you will
wonder why you ever were. </blockquote>
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8) Allow your woman to JUST BE. When she’s sad or upset, it’s not your
job to fix it, it’s your job to HOLD HER and let her know it’s ok. Let
her know that you hear her, and that she’s important and that you are
that pillar on which she can always lean. The feminine spirit is about
change and emotion and like a storm her emotions will roll in and out,
and as you remain strong and unjudging she will trust you and open her
soul to you… DON’T RUN-AWAY WHEN SHE’S UPSET. Stand present and strong
and let her know you aren’t going anywhere. Listen to what she is really
saying behind the words and emotion. </blockquote>
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9) BE SILLY… don’t take yourself so damn seriously. Laugh. And make her laugh. Laughter makes everything else easier. </blockquote>
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10) FILL HER SOUL EVERYDAY… learn her love languages and the specific
ways that she feels important and validated and CHERISHED. Ask her to
create a list of 10 THINGS that make her feel loved and memorize those
things and make it a priority everyday to make her feel like a queen. </blockquote>
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11) BE PRESENT. Give her not only your time, but your focus, your
attention and your soul. Do whatever it takes to clear your head so that
when you are with her you are fully WITH HER. Treat her as you would
your most valuable client. She is. </blockquote>
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12) BE WILLING TO TAKE HER SEXUALLY, to carry her away in the power of
your masculine presence, to consume her and devour her with your
strength, and to penetrate her to the deepest levels of her soul. Let
her melt into her feminine softness as she knows she can trust you
fully. </blockquote>
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13) DON’T BE AN IDIOT…. And don’t be afraid of being one either. You
will make mistakes and so will she. Try not to make too big of mistakes,
and learn from the ones you do make. You’re not supposed to be perfect,
just try to not be too stupid. </blockquote>
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14) GIVE HER SPACE… The woman is so good at giving and giving, and
sometimes she will need to be reminded to take time to nurture herself.
Sometimes she will need to fly from your branches to go and find what
feeds her soul, and if you give her that space she will come back with
new songs to sing…. (okay, getting a little too poetic here, but you get
the point. Tell her to take time for herself, ESPECIALLY after you have
kids. She needs that space to renew and get re-centered, and to find
herself after she gets lost in serving you, the kids and the world.) </blockquote>
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15) BE VULNERABLE… you don’t have to have it all together. Be willing to
share your fears and feelings, and quick to acknowledge your mistakes. </blockquote>
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16) BE FULLY TRANSPARENT. If you want to have trust you must be willing
to share EVERYTHING… Especially those things you don’t want to share. It
takes courage to fully love, to fully open your heart and let her in
when you don't know i she will like what she finds... Part of that
courage is allowing her to love you completely, your darkness as well as
your light. DROP THE MASK… If you feel like you need to wear a mask
around her, and show up perfect all the time, you will never experience
the full dimension of what love can be. </blockquote>
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17) NEVER STOP GROWING TOGETHER… The stagnant pond breeds malaria, the
flowing stream is always fresh and cool. Atrophy is the natural process
when you stop working a muscle, just as it is if you stop working on
your relationship. Find common goals, dreams and visions to work
towards. </blockquote>
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18) DON’T WORRY ABOUT MONEY. Money is a game, find ways to work together
as a team to win it. It never helps when teammates fight. Figure out
ways to leverage both persons strength to win. </blockquote>
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19) FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY and focus on the future rather than carrying
weight from the past. Don’t let your history hold you hostage. Holding
onto past mistakes that either you or she makes, is like a heavy anchor
to your marriage and will hold you back. FORGIVENESS IS FREEDOM. Cut the
anchor loose and always choose love. </blockquote>
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20) ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. In the
end, this is the only advice you need. If this is the guiding principle
through which all your choices is governed, there is nothing that will
threaten the happiness of your marriage. Love will always endure.
</blockquote>
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In the end MARRIAGE isn’t about Happily ever after. It’s about work. And
a commitment to grow together and a willingness to continually invest
in creating something that can endure eternity. Through that work, the
happiness will come. </blockquote>
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Marriage is life, and it will bring ups and downs. Embracing all of the
cycles and learning to learn from and love each experience will bring
the strength and perspective to keep building, one brick at a time. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
These are lessons I learned the hard way. These are lessons I learned
too late.
But these are lessons I am learning and committed in carrying forward.
Truth is, I LOVED being married, and in time, I will get married again,
and when I do, I will build it with a foundation that will endure any
storm and any amount of time. </blockquote>
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If you are reading this and find wisdom in my pain, share it those those
young husbands whose hearts are still full of hope, and with those
couples you may know who may have forgotten how to love. </blockquote>
<blockquote>
One of those men may be like I was, and in these hard earned lessons
perhaps something will awaken in him and he will learn to be the man his
lady has been waiting for.
The woman that told him 'I do', and trusted her life with him, has been
waiting for this man to step up.</blockquote>
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If you are reading this and your marriage isn’t what you want it to be,
take 100% responsibility for YOUR PART in your marriage, regardless of
where your spouse is at, and commit to applying these lessons while
there is time. </blockquote>
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MEN- THIS IS YOUR CHARGE : Commit to being an EPIC LOVER. There is no
greater challenge, and no greater prize. Your woman deserves that from
you.
Be the type of husband your wife can’t help but brag about.</blockquote>
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Pepper Pacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12393074717699447086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973571331135049507.post-89692145931819229412015-05-28T18:42:00.000-04:002015-05-28T18:42:05.596-04:00Angel Over my Shoulder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you read my novella Angel Over my Shoulder? It has a brand new cover but is the same story. He was the presence that was always in her dreams. He was mostly the
backdrop but at times he came to the forefront. She never knew a time
when he wasn’t somewhere in her dreams, either watching in the distance,
or standing just behind her.
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<br />For all of her young life, Leslie has lived two realities; the one
that happened in ‘real life’ and the other that took place weeks or
months before--in her dreams. No matter how bad, Angel was always there
to watch over her. He never grew older and she didn’t think to question
his presence. And then one fateful day, Angel shows her a series of
events that will change her life and send young Leslie into a tailspin
that will test her very sanity.
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<br />In this multicultural, paranormal romance, Pepper Pace weaves a tale
of a tragic and disturbed young girl whose fate is written…or is it?
Available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble for ebook and Createspace for paper back.<br />
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