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Hazel Thorne thought her biggest worry on her first day of university would be finding her dorm room, but instead she discovers she’s not even human. 
Welcome to the world of Greys, where she’s apparently part of some ancient “Spark Bond” that ties her to not one, but five incredibly powerful men who each seem determined to either protect her or drive her completely insane. 
There’s Rhys with his charming smile that makes her forget her own name, dangerously broken Jaxon who looks like he’s ready to burn the world down, brilliant Silas who might actually be related to her, fiercely loyal Ronan who’d probably take a bullet for her, and Headmaster Kaelen Vance who keeps insisting their connection is a mistake even while his eyes say otherwise. 
But Hazel’s crash course in supernatural politics gets deadly serious when Magnus Sterling and his rogue faction decide she’s the key to taking over the human world, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of her unique heritage. Just when she thinks she’s getting the hang of her new abilities and navigating the complicated dynamics with her five bonds, she ends up pregnant and a devastating attack tears her away from the men she’s grown to love. 
Now she’s fighting a war on two fronts, trying to master powers she barely understands while protecting not just her own life, but the lives of her mates and the fate of both the human and Grey worlds, all with enemies closing in who seem to know more about her past than she does herself.

Her Fated Five Mates

The club plunged into darkness as the music cut out abruptly. Screams erupted around me, followed by confused murmurs and the glow of phone flashlights flickering to life like fireflies.


"What the hell?" I muttered, instinctively reaching for Landon's arm in the dark.


My eyes adjusted quickly—another Grey perk—and I scanned the crowded space. The darkness felt deliberate, not like a simple power outage. Every sense in my body went on high alert.


That's when I saw them—two burly men flanking Landon, grabbing his arms roughly. One had a tattoo crawling up his neck that looked suspiciously like the Sterling symbol. My ex's face contorted with panic as they began dragging him toward a back exit.


"Hey!" I shouted, pushing through the confused crowd. "Let him go!"


The men turned toward me, their eyes flashing blue in the darkness. Definitely Sterlings.


"Mind your business, girl," one growled, tightening his grip on Landon's arm.


When the Past Crashes the Party: Two More for the Collection