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The Sanctuary Series

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! ​ 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?

2019-11-25 · Sci-fi
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154 Chs

Chapter 143: Diogo

"Tighter," she demands. "I'm not made of glass."

I chuckle and tighten my arms around her waist, pulling her back into me. She tosses the spoon she'd been holding on the counter and leans back, tipping her head up and smiling. I kiss her on the tip of her nose and murmur, "The food is going to burn."

She laughs, the bright rich sound hitting me straight in the heart and then heading down to my groin. "When have I ever not burnt the food?"

She has a point. She's been practicing more, deciding that she wants a more conventional upbringing for our son, one where we sit down and eat meals together. Usually I end up taking over and finishing for her when she gets frustrated. I've told her that success in the kitchen isn't instant. She's never had consistent access to the utilities we do here; a fridge, a stove and consistent electricity. We enjoy our privileges, but we don't take them for granted.