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

Gunther is laying on his back, almost in the same position I found him in earlier when I visited. He's in a lot worse shape now though. Which is saying something considering he narrowly survived a Primitive attack. His blond hair and short beard are caked with blood. A few of his fingers are swollen, having been broken and then reset. His clothes are torn and I can see blood seeping through several spots in the material.


I'm surprised by the strength in his voice, and when I look at his face, the light of purpose brightening his eyes. He's been beaten severely, but he hasn't been broken yet.


"I know you gave the order to have me tortured."


I turn away and sit on a nearby chair, leaning forward to place my arms across my knees. I have the advantage of being physically above him, but I'm maintaining a deliberately relaxed pose. Almost a friendly pose. He didn't say a word to my men, despite hours of torture. He spoke once, to ask to speak to Taran.


Chapter 59: Diogo