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

The moment I hear her scream, I shout her name, my voice echoing through the night. I'm frantic to reach her, to dive from a sixth-floor window and rescue my wife. Arms reach for me, pinning me, holding me back. I turn to beat at them, to force them back, but Emery shoves herself into the fray.


"Don't!" she snaps, gripping my arm. "The last thing she'll want is for you to fall and kill yourself."


"She needs me," I snarl in Emery's face.


She shakes her head. "She needs you alive, Warlord."


I try to shake my men off, but they've managed to get a solid hold on my arms and shoulders while Emery speaks. Grayson has somehow inserted himself between me and the window. I will throw him out that window if I have to, but Emery's words are starting to penetrate the black haze that took me over when I heard Taran's frightened scream. I concentrate on Emery's voice and force myself to internalize each word.


Chapter 104: Diogo