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

"Let me help you," I say, reaching for the armload of supplies Doctor Bishop is struggling to carry out to the car. We're loading two vehicles with food, blankets, medicine and other supplies.


"Thank you, Emery," he says kindly, tipping two of the boxes into my waiting arms.


"What is all this?" I ask, helping him place them into the trunk next to the bags of clothes and blankets I'd gathered from families from Sector Thirteen that wanted to help out with the refugee situation.


His voice drops as he gives me a quick rundown. "Some tubing and needles for IV's, antibiotics, painkillers, fluids, a few other things." He glances around quickly and I realize he's probably taking more supplies than he's been authorized to give, stretching our own city supply more than the Warlord would approve of.


I smile warmly and pat his arm. "You're a good man, Doctor."


Chapter 145: Emery