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

After dropping Martier off at the cottage, Tim couldn't stand the idea of spending a beautiful Friday cooped up inside his house. He changed into jeans and a polo shirt and headed for Kentucky. The Madd Crab was a local redneck bar where cheap beer was plentiful and the karaoke on Friday was entertaining. Best of all, no one there knew about Corrine and offered him condolences or sympathetic looks—and he'd only gotten drunk there once.


He sat at the bar and listened to music. When the beer was going down good, he began to chat with the bartender, a mullet-wearing ex-biker. They traded stories about their bikes. Tim was a Harley guy but admitted that he had thought about getting a Ducati and doing some racing. Well, that was long ago, another lifetime, it seemed.


Someone asked him to dance, and he thought it was a woman. She had breasts but he wasn't sure. But what the hell. The beer had gone down smooth and he danced or shuffled with the person. 


Chapter 30