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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 moment my palm connected with Jaxon's chest, a blinding surge of power exploded between us. White-hot electricity coursed through my veins, and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. The lab's fluorescent lights flickered wildly above us as raw energy crackled through the air.


When my vision cleared, Jaxon's body had gone completely rigid, his eyes wide and unseeing. The monitor tracking his heart rate emitted a single, continuous tone.


"His heart stopped!" Clara shouted, rushing toward us.


I tried to pull my hand away, but it felt welded to Jaxon's chest. "I can't let go!"


Julian scrambled for equipment. "Get the defibrillator! Now!"


"Wait!" Rhys leaped from his chair. "Hazel, don't move your hand. The Spark did this—maybe it can undo it."


"What are you talking about?" I cried, panic rising as Jaxon remained motionless beneath my touch. "He's dying!"


"Trust me," Rhys insisted, his voice steadier than I'd ever heard it. "Press harder. Focus on your connection."


Volatile Connections and Veiled Intentions