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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 shot up in bed, a scream dying in my throat as sweat soaked the sheets around me. The nightmare clung to my consciousness like tar—Victor's sneering face morphing into Hazel's terrified one, then Rhys bleeding out in my arms. My father's voice echoed in my head, that same hateful rasp that had tormented me for years.


I slammed my fist against the headboard, welcoming the sharp pain that shot through my knuckles. Anything to drown out his voice. Victor Ryder had been dead for years, but he still lived rent-free in my fucked-up head.


The clock read 3:17 AM. Sleep was a lost cause now. I threw the tangled sheets off my body and stalked to the bathroom, turning the shower on full blast. Steam quickly filled the small space as I stepped under the scalding spray, hoping it would burn away the lingering tendrils of the nightmare.


Victor's Haunting Echoes & A Lover's Healing Touch