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 think I'm going to be sick," I manage to whisper before clamping a hand over my mouth.


Skye graciously leads me directly to a private washroom, where I immediately fall to the floor in front of the toilet and heave my guts out. I can barely catch my breath as another wave of nausea slams into me, stealing my ability to breathe and bringing tears to my eyes. The tears manage to sneak out, trailing down my cheeks as I throw up everything I've eaten today. 


Skye's cool hand pulls the hair away from my sweaty forehead and holds it back while I'm sick. She doesn't speak, doesn't do anything other than pin my hair back. When I'm finished, she helps me lean against the nearest wall and hands me a wet cloth. As I press it to my hot face I wonder where she got it from. Do they have running water in their fortress, the same as we do in the Tower? This Sanctuary does seem very organized. 


Chapter 82: Taran