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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 heart hammered against my ribs as Kaelen guided me to the bed in our new safehouse—a small cabin on the outskirts of town that he'd somehow arranged within hours. The simplicity of the space—wooden walls, minimal furniture, a stone fireplace—felt oddly comforting compared to sterile hotel rooms.


"Sit," Kaelen instructed, his voice gentle but firm. "You'll need to be comfortable."


I perched on the edge of the mattress, anxiety and hope battling within me. "What if it doesn't work this time?"


"It will." He pulled a chair beside the bed, close enough that I could smell his familiar scent—pine and something distinctly him. "Yesterday was just the beginning. The connection exists; now we strengthen it."


Willow hovered in the doorway. "Should I make myself scarce?"


I nodded gratefully. "Maybe for a little while? I need to concentrate."


"Got it." She tapped her watch. "I'll raid the kitchen and be back in an hour."


Whispers Across the Divide