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

He sat in his chair and rubbed his cheek. Karl French. Up-and-coming black attorney. Smart, handsome, rich. She could do worse. She wasn't settling for the first guy to look her way, was she? He felt incredibly sad.


When Tim got home that evening he changed into jeans, biker boots, and a leather jacket. He walked out to the garage and started his Harley. He hadn't ridden in a few years. He drove it out into the driveway and checked the gauges. Everything looked good. He dusted off the helmet and slipped it on his head before zooming off.


He rode into Kentucky and down Dixie Highway remembering the old days. Corrine used to sit behind him, her delicate body molded along his back, and he would be thinking about how much he couldn't wait to get back home to make love to her. 


He parked along the Ohio River and sat on his bike watching the sunset. Then he rode to the Madd Crab to have a few beers. 


Chapter 53