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

I don't hear myself screaming, but when the room finally falls quiet my throat is raw so I know I must've been shouting at the top of my lungs. The sight of Emery, my beloved Emery, on the ground on her back, blood pouring from her is more horrifying than anything else I've ever seen. Diogo lifts his eyes to mine. I expect to find that bleak nothingness that is his signature when he's about to kill. Instead I see anguish, an expression that makes me fear even more.


I launch myself toward her, but Diogo catches me around the waist and holds me back. I'm helpless against his superior strength as I watch the woman who helped raise me slowly turn into a Primitive. Diogo half turns and gathers me against him, though he keeps his one arm free with his weapon raised and his eyes on her.


Chapter 147: Taran