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

Sanctuary New Tucson is not an easy city to slip into and out of. The wall is ridiculously high and solid, the security personnel sharp, but I'm resourceful, tough and determined. I was ejected from the city several days ago with just a few of my supplies and a dozen bruises as souvenirs of my visit. The Warlord must expect me to die in the desert. No vehicle, few supplies, and badly beaten. I've seen worse conditions though. A little adversity is incentive to rise up stronger.


I found my way around the city and into old Tucson, a hazardous place I'd been warned about in prison. The perfect place to find shelter and recover. The few starving Primitives I came across were easy kills, hardly worth the time to stop. But one had still been wearing the shoes he'd died in, or been turned, as some prefer to call it. My personal belief is that a bitten human is a dead human. The heart may still beat, but no one's home upstairs. 


Chapter 70: Talon