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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 sound of another thump from my bedroom jolted me fully alert, and I was running before I realized my feet were moving. My heart hammered in my chest as I burst through the doorway, Willow close behind me. 


Silas and Ronan were collapsed on my bedroom floor, bound together with what looked like thick leather straps around their torsos and legs. Silas's head lolled against Ronan's shoulder, his eyes closed, face deathly pale. Ronan looked barely conscious himself, his copper hair matted with something dark, his clothes torn and filthy.


"Silas! Ro!" I cried, rushing to kneel beside them.


Kaelen was already there, his fingers pressed against Silas's throat. His eyes met mine, steady and reassuring. "He's alive. Pulse is strong but he's completely drained."


Ronan's eyes fluttered open at the sound of my voice. "Hazel," he croaked, his cracked lips forming a smile that broke my heart. "We made it. We actually made it."


The Weary Return and a Whispered Joy