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

"Dating a rich, attractive woman who incidentally has huge knockers isn't all it's cracked up to be, then?"


"Jakob …" Tim said sharply as his eyes fell on Martier. 


Jakob turned and saw the pretty assistant watching them as if she was unsure. Oh right, the girl from the convent. He'd said "knockers." Oops.


"I'll see you two tonight," Jakob said as he clapped his friend affectionately on his back. "Hello, Martier," he said as he passed her. 


She ducked her head in something like a nod and stammered something that might have been hello.


She took her seat and wouldn't meet his eyes. She busied herself with putting her things into her cubby. 


His brain was trying to form an explanation before he remembered that he didn't have to give one. Yes, they'd kissed. But he had been the one to stop it and he had been the one to say that they shouldn't. Didn't that expunge him from guilt? He'd made no promises …


Chapter 47