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'm not your fucking friend," I snarl at Stryker, hitting the gas even harder. "I'm your boss, and that's my wife out there in the hands of an Outsider."


"Yeah, I know, but you ain't gonna make it far if you tear up the vehicle on this shit cracked road. We'll blow a tire or run out of gas before we can get to the next fuelling station. We won't be worth anything to your girl if we're stuck out in the desert." He says calmly, scanning the horizon in front of us, looking for any signs of other cars or predators. "Besides, you've left your backup in the dust, boss."


The desire to punch Stryker in the face is nearly overwhelming. 


"Fuck." I hit the brakes and we skid, the vehicle sliding on the broken pavement. He's right. If I keep abusing the jeep, I'm going to blow a tire. Once we're stopped, I reach for my door handle. "You drive."


Chapter 78: Diogo