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

His low spoken words were doing something to the way her heart beat, making it speed up as she listened to it reverberate from his chest. What if he touched her like that with his fingertips?


"Cracked black pepper, and because we found this rosemary we'll take an entire sprig and lay it on top." He turned to her with a grin that sent her heart racing. "Normally I'm a purist and no green should ever touch steak unless it's my salad that got too close. But I'll hand it to the chefs. Rosemary is a fine complement to beef. So we'll consider this the coup de grace. And viola. Steak a la Tim." 


He carried the tray of steaks outside and she followed, listening to his every word as if he was a sage and she his disciple. 


"Next the grill has to be smoking hot." 


She could see that he had achieved that. He had used a charcoal grill and said that he preferred it, but that was because he was old-fashioned. "Propane is for girls," he joked. 


Chapter 34