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 road to hell was cracked and dusty with many detours to get around collapsed bridges and blockages. We've been here for two weeks. On the outskirts of Tucson Sanctuary, clinging to what meagre hope we need to stay alive. The outcome is starting to look grim. Life as I know it has been smashed to pieces leaving something unrecognizable in its place. And I am not unique. We're all suffering in ways we've never before experienced.


"Reload." Wolfe hands his rifle to me and pulls his sidearm. He turns and aims over the rubble surrounding us. We're crouched within the broken confines of a fallen building. Old Tucson. Or that's what the locals call it. I call it our last stand. The bodies are piling up, our situation becoming bleaker with every passing hour. Old Tucson is going to be our graveyard.


Chapter 111: Skye