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

There's one more thing I have to do before leaving the sector. I nod to my men and get back in my jeep. The address I've been provided isn't easy to find. Buildings, houses and streets aren't as clearly labelled as they are in the higher-class sectors. Debris litters the streets and people group together in the roads, hurrying home before the curfew siren sounds. I pull up to my destination, a quiet ramshackle home in a residential neighborhood surrounded by other homes falling to disrepair. Except for this one, 58 Maple Drive, I can't tell if they're inhabited or if they've been abandoned. Light glows through the window of this home.


One of the screws on the 8 has been lost and it hangs down below the 5. Both numbers threaten to fall under the force of my fist against the door. The side of the house has been spray-painted. One of the tags is an eagle, the symbol of Authority, painted red with a cross over it. I smile grimly at the image as the door swings open.


Chapter 37: Diogo