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 met Geoff Hernandez, who worked with the documentation department. He appeared to be of Latin descent and was fairly short with a belly that poked out like a pregnant womans. He smiled easily and seemed happy to meet with them, Martier especially. 


She left her group behind while Geoff led her to an office containing a number of file cabinets and a computer. "Miss Besigye, I'll show you how to search the database. You can input names or locations, and the information that you'll receive back is like a tree with branches. We're trying very hard to connect every individual involved. For that reason I would like to record your testimony."


"Yes. You're a survivor. And if you will consider providing your account of the events as you remember them, then it is just another branch that fills out this tree of information." 


Martier felt her palms sweat. She squeezed the tissue that was in shreds in her hand but eventually nodded. 


Chapter 93