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

Dhakiya was grinning. "I was wondering when you would ask me about making love." 


Martier was embarrassed but she was more curious than ashamed of the topic. 


"It's like when you touch yourself but magnified by three, no ten!"


Martier's expression was open and accepting, but a crease had formed between her eyes. 


Dhakiya sat up. "Sis, don't tell me that you still have not touched yourself?"


Martier looked back at the house to make sure Tim was nowhere in sight. She whispered, "How can I when Sister Callista is always there?"


The older woman stared at her. "You're telling me that you've never masturbated?"


"Shh!" She looked around, embarrassed. "No," she whispered again. Not intentionally anyways. But since kissing Tim, sometimes when she relived it, her body would throb. And sometimes the feeling would become so intense that she would lose her breath and would have to press her thighs together until it stilled.


Chapter 46