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

They raided the complimentary fruit and cheese that sat on the table. They kissed and touched and whispered endearments to each other. Tim used his mouth on her again and brought her to another orgasm that rivaled the first. She wanted to make love but was content to have him any way that she could. And the way that he made her feel with his lips and tongue could not have been better. 


He ached to be inside of her, but at least he didn't feel as if he had crossed the line. She still had her virginity, and he was relatively guilt-free. 


He kissed her cheek and pulled the covers over her breasts as she slept. He placed his credit card underneath her cell phone, which sat on the nightstand next to the bed. He gave her one last kiss before he left for day two of the conference. 


Chapter 67