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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

I woke with a start, my heart racing and sweat coating my skin. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, the bed too soft. Then it all came rushing back—the escape, the violence, Willow finding me.


"You okay?" Willow's voice came from the doorway. She stood there in pajamas, hair sticking up at odd angles, concern etched across her face.


"Bad dream," I managed, pushing myself up. My body ached less than yesterday, which was a good sign. Without my Grey healing abilities working at full capacity, I'd have to recover the human way—slowly and painfully.


"Want to talk about it?" She moved into the room, perching on the edge of the bed.


I shook my head. How could I explain the nightmare? The image of my bonds trapped behind a wall of black glass, pounding to get out while I screamed their names? Or worse, the terrifying vision of Victor finding me here, alone and vulnerable?


A Mother's Unknowing Welcome and a Bookseller's Guiding Hand