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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 said," Jaxon growled, his lips right against my ear, "you should stop talking."


I froze, my heart hammering wildly, completely powerless in his grip. The kitchen counter dug into my hipbones, and his body pressed firmly against my back. The heat of him seared through my clothes.


"Let her go, Jax!" Rhys's voice came from somewhere behind us, tight with anger.


Jaxon's grip on my neck tightened. "Stay out of this, Rhys." His voice was dangerously calm.


I tried to push back against him, but he was immovable. His other hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place.


"You want to know what scares me, Hazel?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." His hand slid lower, fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "Especially not you."


"Get off me," I hissed, trying to mask my fear with fury.


Jaxon's Degrading Game