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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

I stared up at the sky in horror as blue cracks spider-webbed across it like fractures in glass. The ground beneath my feet trembled, making it difficult to stand.


"What the hell is happening?" Rhys whispered beside me, his usual confidence replaced by raw fear.


Silas adjusted his glasses, his face pale. "I don't know, but nothing good. Those cracks—they look like the barriers between realms are thinning."


Another violent tremor shook the ground, nearly knocking us over. We'd rushed outside the infirmary when the first quake hit, thinking the building might collapse. Now I wasn't sure anywhere was safe.


"We need to get back to the others," I said, my thoughts immediately going to Hazel. The protective instinct that had awakened in me since bonding with her roared to life.


We sprinted back into the infirmary, dodging falling debris. The scene inside was chaos—medical supplies scattered across the floor, staff trying to secure patients.


Fractured Sky, Fractured Soul: The Search for Hazel