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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 · Romance
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Chapter 146: Emery

No one else says anything and the heavy moment passes. I lean forward in my seat, staring intently as we approach Old Tucson. I hold my breath and glance around fearfully, worried that this will be a weak point in the defences, but we pass easily through a heavily armed gate, moved for the purpose of our small envoy. Diogo lifts a hand to the men guarding the checkpoint. They nod and return to duty once they've pushed the heavy gate topped with barbed wire back into place.

I twist in my seat to look at them. They're some of the toughest most battle-hardened men I've ever seen and they look so young. Far too young to have seen so much. Then again, in this world, we grow up fast. Even reaching my age is an achievement, and not one I'll take for granted.