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

"Remember this room, Abri? You remember how much we loved picking out the little animals for Lilly?"


Stryker is sitting next to me on the bed, pointing out various aspects of the room he's created for the baby. I realize he's built an exact replica of his dead baby's room. If I weren't so utterly creeped out I might be more sympathetic. But, right in this moment, I'm not. If this birth doesn't happen seamlessly, both me and the baby could die right here in this horrible little room.


"Tell... tell me about her?" I ask through gasps, my arms banding my middle as it contracts.


The contractions are so close together that one is nearly indistinguishable from the next. I try to mitigate the terror by telling myself everything is going textbook the way Bishop assured me it would. I'm healthy, I'm strong and everything seems normal.


Chapter 126: Taran