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 can't keep running!" I gasp clutching at a stitch in my side.


Xavier turns to grab my arm, dragging me closer to him, but he doesn't slow his pace. My breath is coming out in fast, sharp gasps and I feel as though I'll collapse. We climbed the wall in record time, using the chaos within the city to cover our escape. Xavier forced me to keep pace with him, though his legs and arms are longer. I have more climbing experience though and was able to make it over with only a few cuts and bruises. A dress isn't the ideal outfit for climbing so my arms and legs have taken the brunt of the scrapes. Xavier has it worse off, he slipped a few times and fell once, landing several feet below on a ledge jutting out from the wall. He groaned in pain and cradled his aching ribs, taking a minute to recover before forcing us to get moving again.


"We're almost there," he grunts and points to the Tucson foothills.


Chapter 48: Taran