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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 cautiously cracked the door open, just enough to see Lyra standing in the hallway with an armful of items. My stomach growled loudly at the smell of food wafting from one of the bags she carried.


"Hey!" Lyra chirped, bouncing on her heels. "Can I come in? I brought presents!"


I glanced behind her, half-expecting to see my bonds lurking in the shadows. The hallway appeared empty, but that didn't mean much in a place where people could teleport.


"Are you alone?" I asked, keeping my voice low.


"Technically yes, but your boys are camped out in the common area downstairs." She rolled her eyes. "They've been driving everyone crazy, pacing and asking about you every five minutes."


Relief and something like disappointment mingled in my chest. I opened the door wider, letting her slip inside before quickly shutting it again.


Lyra dumped her load onto my bed. "Gifts from your admirers," she announced with a dramatic flourish. "I'm officially the messenger girl now, apparently."


Gifts, Freedom, and a Frank Talk on the Heat