Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new!
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I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work.

Only the strongest can survive in a hostile world ravaged by a disease that turns humans into primitives.

She is the Desert Wren, a rebel bent on providing safe passage to illegal refugees entering into her Sanctuary city. If she’s caught she’ll be executed, but the price is worth the privilege of doing what she knows is right. Except when she’s finally caught, the sentence isn’t death, it’s her freedom.

It’s the Warlord’s job to weed out the weak and sacrifice them for the good of the Sanctuary. Brutal and autocratic, he is the highest authority. The only threat to his dictatorship is a rebel faction rising up from the slums of his city. When he arrests a rebel leader, the Desert Wren, he sees his redemption. She will help him guide Sanctuary into the future. He just needs to convince his little captive that she’s better off with him than flying free.

What is the price of Sanctuary in a dying world and is it worth the sacrifice?


The Sanctuary Series

A sob catches in my throat and I'm blinded by tears as I toss the names of my loved ones into the fire. For the first time since arriving in Sanctuary I've released my grandparents. It was too hard to admit that they'd died out there in the desert or in the mountains so I'd hung on to them, even as hope dwindled. I'd climbed the wall and snuck refugees in, searching each face for the dear ones that haunted my dreams. But now, on this Day of the Dead, I'm ready to let them go.


I sniff and swipe at the tears gathering on my lower lids before they can fall down my cheeks and ruin my makeup. I glance over my shoulder, searching for Diogo's towering form, but the crowd has swallowed me up and pushed me along, making space for the others that still need to burn their dead. 


Chapter 33: Taran