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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

My stomach growled loudly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over us. I looked around at Silas and Ronan, who both looked as hungry as I felt.


"Please tell me we have food," I groaned, clutching my stomach dramatically.


Silas grimaced, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. "Bad news. We're out of pretty much everything. Someone was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday, but with everything that happened..."


"Great," I sighed. "My first heat and I'm going to starve to death."


Ronan chuckled softly, the sound warming me from the inside. "I don't think that's how heats work, Hazel."


Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Jaxon stalked in, his dark hair still damp from his shower. My eyes immediately tracked to the way his black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. My body responded instantly, a rush of heat flooding through me.


Whispers of Heat and a Promise of Intimacy