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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 froze, the sheet clutched to my chest, staring into Kaelen Vance's stormy blue eyes. The fury radiating from him was almost tangible, crackling in the air between us.


"Mr. Vance," I stammered, my voice higher than normal. "What are you—"


"Get dressed," he bit out, each word sharp as glass. "Now."


Beside me, Silas shifted, apparently unbothered by our audience. He stretched languidly, making no move to cover himself as the sheet slipped down to his waist.


"Good morning, Headmaster," he said pleasantly, as if being caught naked with me was an everyday occurrence. "Lovely day, isn't it?"


Vance's jaw clenched so tight I thought I heard teeth crack. "I said get dressed. Both of you." His eyes never left my face, even as he addressed us both. "You have one minute."


He turned his back, giving us the barest hint of privacy. I scrambled for my clothes, my cheeks burning with mortification. Silas moved much more slowly, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached for his jeans.


Morning After Mayhem: Bonds and Barbs