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

"Umm, I didn't think you were serious."


Her voice holds the slight edge of panic mixed with the sweet sound of her excitement as I raise her hands over her head and tie them to the frame of our bed. As I wind the rope through her wrists, securing them to the metal, her breathing grows heavier. Sweet song to ears that haven't had the pleasure in more days than I care to count.


She twists her head to look up at her hands as I finish the knot. "Why do you have rope in your bedroom?"


"Our bedroom," I growl, moving down her body.


"The question still stands." Her last word ends on a squeak as I slip my fingers into her pants and jerk them down her legs.


I look up at her, pinning her to the bed. "If my wife wasn't going to come back to our bed willingly, I was going to make sure she got here another way and didn't have a way of escaping."


Chapter 139: Diogo