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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

"Are these my things?" I gasped as Rhys Warner pulled out a thick criminology textbook from one of the unmarked boxes.


We'd spent the last hour cautiously opening the mysterious packages that had filled our apartment, only to discover they weren't threats or strange gifts from admirers. Most were actually my belongings from university, along with a few welcome packages from the academy.


Rhys handed me the heavy textbook with a grin. "Criminal psychology? Never pegged you as the type to get inside killers' heads."


I hugged the familiar book to my chest, feeling a strange mix of relief and nostalgia. "It was my favorite class. I was actually good at it."


"Makes sense why you're so quick to analyze all of us," Silas remarked from where he sat cross-legged on the floor, methodically unpacking another box.


"Speaking of analyzing," I said, "how did my stuff even get here? Last I checked, all my belongings were still in my dorm room."


Unboxed Desires and a Bold Invitation