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

Jane used to have a different name, a different life—but that was before she was rescued from the refugee camp after the Rwandan genocide and brought to the convent to be raised. Now she is being dismissed, told to go out into the world. 

Tim Singleton lost his wife to breast cancer less than a year ago and yet the pain and anger is still fresh in his mind. When Corrine died, so did Tim’s faith…so when he received the call from the convent, Tim isn’t quite sure why he agreed to help the young African girl with a job. 

She didn’t quite fit in with the others at the law firm that wore thousand dollar Chanel suits while her clothes were picked with care from the donation bin at the church. At nearly six feet tall, the shy girl tried to become invisible in the hectic world around her. But if her ill-fitting clothes didn’t draw attention to her, then it was a beauty that couldn’t be hidden so easily.

Soon Jane sees Tim as not only her benefactor, but her one true love. But can Tim finally open up and allow someone else touch his heart? Can he forget their difference in race and age? And more importantly, would being with him mean the loss of her innocence?


A Seal Upon Your Heart

"No, I wouldn't want you to give me a dime more than you already have!" She reached out her hand for him to shake. "I think we have a deal."


He took her hand and shook it, surprised at her firm grip. "Are you sure? Because I don't want you to feel that you have to."


She shook her head. "I want to live in the cottage. And …" She ran her finger across the small table and collected quite a bit of dust. "This place really could use a good cleaning. Once that's done it won't be anything to keep it neat."


The redness in his face deepened as he nodded. "Martier …also …" 


He took a deep breath and went into his bedroom. He headed for one of two huge walk-in closets. Martier wasn't going to follow at first, but once he turned on the light in the huge space she was compelled to come forward and look. It was his wife's closet, and it seemed that nothing had been removed. He had kept all of her clothes.


Chapter 27