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

Martier widened her eyes. "No, I live in the neighborhood."


Martier frowned. "I wasn't aware that I needed ID to go for a walk."


The officer's demeanor instantly changed. "Look lady, I'm asking you a simple question." 


She understood that. The question was simple. She didn't understand why he was asking it.


He got out the car when she didn't answer quickly enough. "I'm going to need to see some ID." He was shorter than her, but she could see him pull himself up so that he appeared taller, though that tactic didn't work when standing next to a woman who towered over you by two full inches.


Martier's mouth opened as she felt the first tendrils of fear. She didn't remember the address. She had never had a reason to think of the house numbers and put them to memory. All she knew was that the street was called Hendrix.


Chapter 38