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

The sound of raised voices wakes me up. I sit, pushing the wild tangles of hair out of my face. I'm groggy, unable to focus for a minute. I must've been far more tired than I thought when Diogo brought me downstairs. He helped me take my clothes off, then laid me down and kissed his way down and then up my body. Not in a sexual way, though I was plenty turned on by the time he finished. His exploration was sensual, worshipping. He kissed each healing scrape, kissed my hipbones and ribs, the arch of my feet, the tip of my nose and the top of my head. Then he turned me onto my side and pressed his lips against the birdcage tattoo on my back. 


A possessive reminder of my place in his life? I don't know, and in the moment, I didn't care. I felt safe and satisfied, drifting to sleep in my husband's arms. 


"Pardon my disrespect Warlord, but this is important. I must insist." The emphatic voice, raised in agitation, draws me from my comfortable bed.


Chapter 58: Taran