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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 stumbled back, liquid splashing onto the front of my shirt as I collided with a solid form. The coffee seeping through my clothes was warm but not scalding, thank goodness. Still, I couldn't help but gasp as I looked up to see who I'd crashed into.


"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," I blurted out, my eyes meeting the surprised gaze of Silas Lawson.


His hands had instinctively moved to steady me, and the moment our skin connected, something electric shot through me. His eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating instantly. The sensation was familiar now - that same strange pull I'd felt with Rhys, though somehow unique to Silas.


"You..." Silas whispered, his voice thick with wonder. His hands remained on my shoulders, fingers tightening slightly.


Before I could respond, Rhys was suddenly between us, his body language protective as he gently but firmly moved me back.


"You felt it, didn't you?" Rhys asked Silas, his tone carefully measured but with an undercurrent of tension.


Unwanted Attention, Unexpected Guardians