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 area inside the gates seems eerily quiet considering the horde that attacked us on our way here. Where are the Primitives? This is where I'd expected to have to make a stand, not out in the desert. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck is standing up, telling me there's something wrong here. Telling me the enemy is close. I always listen to my instincts, they've kept me alive for forty years.


"Commander." A voice draws my attention and I swing my rifle around to find one of my men striding toward me. I'd stationed him here along with several others to hold the facility until we could arrive with the historian.


"Report," I demand sharply when he stops in front of me. He looks exhausted, as though he hasn't slept in days, but his eyes and manner are still sharp. I'm happy with the care he seems to have taken here.


Chapter 117: Diogo