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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 up feeling deliciously warm, nestled against Kaelen's solid chest. His arms wrapped around me protectively, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I felt completely safe. The early morning light filtered through the curtains of his Scottish cottage, casting a soft glow across the bedroom.


"Good morning, beautiful," Kaelen murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a kiss to my temple.


I smiled, snuggling closer. "Morning. I could get used to waking up like this."


"That's the plan." His fingers traced gentle patterns along my bare shoulder. "How are you feeling? Any morning sickness?"


The mention of my pregnancy brought a flutter of both excitement and nervousness. "Not too bad today. Just a little queasy, but nothing like before."


Kaelen's hand moved to rest protectively over my still-flat stomach. "Our little one's being kind to you today, then."


"So far," I agreed. "Though it's early. The real fun usually starts around mid-morning."


Sanctuary in Scotland and a Friend's Farewell