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

"Stunning," I whisper, more to myself than the man dogging my steps through the massive greenhouse. 


Stunning is truly the only word that encompasses what I'm seeing. Row after row of beautiful greenery of all kinds. I recognize some but not all. "What are these?" I ask, reaching out to touch the tips of one row of plants. The even rows are neat and attractive, the tips green and almost fuzzy instead of leafy. 


Manuel, the man in charge of the greenhouses, snatches my wrist and pulls my hand away. "Carrots," he says disdainfully, as though I should've known. 


Grayson steps between us, breaking Manuel's hold. "Don't touch her again."


His voice is so cold and mean sounding, his stance so aggressive, that even I want to take a step back like Manuel is hastily doing. I place my hand on Grayson's arm and step around him. "Thank you, Grayson. Let's continue the tour."


Chapter 73: Taran