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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

The music played softly in the background as I stood at the foot of my bed, watching Silas sprawled across my sheets. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, his eyes never leaving mine as I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra.


"You're sure about this?" he asked again, his voice husky with desire.


I let the bra fall to the floor, exposing myself to him fully. The way his eyes darkened sent a thrill through me.


"More sure than I've been about anything in a long time," I answered, my fingers moving to the button of my jeans. "Are you going to just watch, or are you going to help me?"


That was all the invitation he needed. Silas sat up and reached for me, pulling me between his legs. His hands replaced mine at my waistband, deftly undoing the button and zipper before slowly sliding the denim down my thighs.


"You're beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm against my stomach. "So beautiful it hurts to look at you."


Whispers of Forever, A Nightmare's Gaze