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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

Jaxon's massive frame filled my doorway, his eyes glowing that eerie blue that had just haunted my dreams. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.


"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded again, his gaze burning between Rhys and me.


I pulled the covers higher, suddenly aware I was only wearing thin pajamas. "Nothing is 'going on.' I had a nightmare, Rhys was helping—"


"In your bed?" Jaxon snarled, taking a menacing step forward.


Rhys moved to block him, his normally cheerful demeanor completely gone. "Back off, Jax. She was scared."


"Of what? Not getting enough attention?" Jaxon's eyes flashed brighter, and I felt a chill run down my spine.


"I saw you in my room," I blurted out. "In my nightmare. Your eyes were glowing, just like they are now."


That stopped him. For a split second, something other than anger flashed across his face—confusion, maybe even concern—before his walls slammed back up.


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