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

Tim stared at the cell phone and frowned. He had already called Martier five times over the course of the afternoon and evening with no response. What the fuck? Where was she? He had called the office, but no one had seen her since lunch. It was not like her to leave work without telling him. Even if he wasn't in the office, she would at least leave him a message telling him where she was going.


He pulled into his drive and drove past his house toward the cottage. The porch light was out—so she hadn't been home. He parked haphazardly and used his key to let himself in. 


"Martier?" Of course she wouldn't be here. The Cadillac wasn't outside. He dialed her cell phone once again. "Hey baby, you need to call me right back. I'm worried." He disconnected, wrinkled his brow, and blew out a stressed breath.


He remembered her history on her telephone and scanned it until he came upon Dhakiya's phone number.


Chapter 89