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

"What probably happened is that you saw a black woman walking down the street in this neighborhood and you're the one who got suspicious. Officer, you cannot imagine how many Fourteenth Amendment cases I've tried and won."


The officer's face changed from red to a pale. 


"Indeed, I am an attorney," Tim said. "I'll need your badge number." 


The officer handed Tim a card. "She didn't have any identification on her." 


"This isn't apartheid South Africa," Tim said. "And the days when blacks have to carry papers ended a long time ago."


"Race?" Lewicki said in feigned innocence. "It was suspicious that a girl her age said that she was renting a house in this neighborhood."


"And you felt the need to ask her that question because …"


Chapter 39