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

I sit up with a gasp, covering my mouth and staring in shock. I reach out for the blanket to make sure it's covering my bare chest.  


"How did you get in here?" I'm appalled. If Diogo finds him here, he's as good as dead.


"Told you, I have a man on the inside." His words come out laboured and he reaches for the edge of the cot, pulling himself down, his face twisting in a grimace. I pull my feet back to give him room. 


"Did Garrett let you in?" I ask softly. 


He looks confused for a moment and then nods his head vaguely, wrapping an arm around his middle. 


I put a tentative hand on his shoulder. "What happened to you? Are you hurt?"


"Your husband attacked me," he growls. "Tried to kill me, but I got away with the help of some of my people."


"Oh no! He didn't tell me he saw you," I gasp, and run my hands over his chest. "Where are you hurt?"


Chapter 41: Taran