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 reunion with my sister is both wonderful and gut-wrenchingly emotional. We cling to each other, holding tight for several long moments before pulling away, tears shimmering in both of our eyes. I laugh as I look at her. Diogo is right, we are so very similar. She's taller and curvier. Her hair has less red in it than mine, more of a rich auburn, but other than those differences we are very alike. Eyes are the same, bone structure, mannerisms. The years apart haven't changed us that much, at least not physically.


"Tell me what's been going on," Skye demands, stepping further into the apartment. "Where is my nephew? I've been dying to meet him."


"In here," I say with a smile, leading her into the baby room. She immediately goes to the crib, her eyes wide with awe as she takes in her brand-new baby nephew.


"He's so fucking beautiful, Taran," she whispers, her voice shaking.


Chapter 131: Taran