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 say nothing. Just watch her as she struggles with herself, finally sitting back on her heels. She tucks a lock of hair impatiently behind her ear. She stares at the ground, tears still making wet paths down her face. After a few moments she finally collapses back onto her butt and pulls her knees up, hugging them. She still refuses to look at me. 


"No I don't know. The rebellion will go on without me, and without without him." She swallows hard, unable to say Gunther's name. I bite back the jealousy rising up to ruin this moment. This epiphany she's about to have. "But they were my family when I had no family. The rebellion took me in, cared for me, nourished me and encouraged me. Not just him, but all of them. They embraced me and I embraced them back. They are the people that sit on the fringes of this city, that scavenge to survive. They aren't elite, and too often, they're illegal. But none of that mattered. I belonged to them."


Chapter 63: Diogo