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

She's softening. It'd been a gamble, taking her into the desert, forcing her to face a terrible and bloody past. Taking her to the last place she'd seen her ex-husband alive. It hadn't been easy standing there with her, describing some of the most excruciating moments of my life as I detailed how I searched for her body among the torn apart corpses littering the ground. Her anger is still alive and well, but she is beginning to soften. To understand my point of view. No person, human or Primitive, man or woman, will get away with harming my woman, my wife, my Sanctuary.


Our drive to the city is as silent as it'd been on our way out, but this time the silence filling the vehicle is contemplative rather than angry. I suspect Taran is lost in memory and I'm sorry for that. I regret causing her even a moment's discomfort. But if forcing her to face the past is our way toward repairing a future then I'll do what it takes.


Chapter 136: Diogo