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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 fell back against the couch cushions, exhaustion and satisfaction mingling in every muscle of my body. The heat hadn't fully subsided, but the edge had been taken off—at least temporarily. Around me, my bonds moved with a synchronized attentiveness that made my heart swell.


Silas handed me a glass of water, his fingers lingering against mine. "Small sips," he instructed gently. "You're still dehydrated."


Ronan sat beside me, a protective warmth against my side. He'd barely left my space since we'd returned to my apartment, as if afraid I might collapse again. His hand rested on my knee, thumb tracing idle patterns that sent pleasant shivers up my spine.


"You doing okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.


I nodded, leaning into him. "Better than okay. Just... overwhelmed."


Calculated Heat: Jaxon Takes Command