Jonathan Ash has narrated 13 audiobooks on Listento.it by 2 authors, with an average listener rating of 4.5★ across 7 ratings. The most-rated is Kiss Me Again.

WANTED: ROOMMATE. Must be tidy, polite, and absolutely not my brother's hot-as-sin best friend. I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof. There's also that little issue where I'm kinda, sorta, totally in love with him...uh-oh.
©2019 Emma Hart (P)2020 Dreamscape Media, LLC

The gang returns.... I’m Stella Lang. Everyone thinks of me as the sassy one, the one who’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind, but the truth is…I’m scared. Scared of being rejected. Scared of having my heart broken all by one man…Tristan Christakos. He’s a doctor at the hospital where I work. I’m close to his entire family - his brothers are married to my best friends and his cousin is married to my brother. Interwoven? Yeah…you could say that. If things didn’t work out between us, a lot of people would be hurt. So what do you do when there’s sexual tension? You’re alone in Vegas? And a life-altering secret has landed in your hands? *Until is the final installment of The Iron Orchids series but may be heard and enjoyed as a stand-alone contemporary romance/rom-com!
©2019 Danielle Norman (P)2019 Danielle Norman

Some things in life were inevitable: death, taxes, and lying, whore-mongering men. One woman would never be enough for one man. So I traded in men for a Harley. Nothing beats that kind of power between my legs. Then I blinked. And he was there. Some things in life were inevitable: death, taxes, and badge bunnies willing to hop into my bed. The only problem is, I’m a one-woman kind of man. In my line of work, I’ve seen it all. Nothing bothers me, until I find a woman’s wrecked body. When she blinked, my world changed. Forever doesn’t come close to giving me enough of her. From the author: "Enough features my ideal hero, an alpha-beta. They are the type of men that will open the door for you during the day and put you up against it at night. Enough is comical, with just a hint of drama. It isn't politically correct and will have you searching your favorite sex toy store. Enough is a stand-alone novel with no cliffhanger. You will meet characters that will reappear in future books."
©2017 F Squared (P)2017 F Squared

London, Is Falling The only thing fancy about me is my name. My life might be privileged, but I’m no spoiled princess. But when my father dies, and leaves me running my family’s cattle empire, and the head of the family, the last person I need help from is the sexy town sheriff. He might want more than a one-night stand, but I have a ranch to run. Paris, In Love Contrary to what others believe, I don’t think that friends should be lovers. You don’t have pillow talk with your best friends. And you don’t talk about other hot guys with your lover. I believe those words, the same way I believe that Asher Kinkaide will always be there for me...as long as we don’t become lovers. I can’t risk losing my best friend - the only person I’ve ever really counted on. After all, I saw firsthand what it did to my parents' marriage when they crossed that line. Asher says that he wants to build a future with me, I can see it in his eyes when he watches me. I can’t deny the way I burn for him, but what happens when we ignite? All I’ll have left is the ashes. Holland, At War Two facts are true: 1) All isn’t fair in love and war, by the way, this is war. 2) I’m not a people person, that’s not entirely true. I’m not a “one man in particular person, my next door neighbor Reid Brooks, aka Dick. If I never have to see his ugly mug again. Okay, that’s a lie. He’s really gorgeous, too hot if you ask me, but no one asked me. Anyway, if I never see him again that would be perfect. Unfortunately for me, life isn’t perfect. When my family’s ranch is threatened I have no choice but to wave the white flag and ask my enemy for help.
©2018 Danielle Norman (P)2018 Danielle Norman

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine. I'm only lying in a hospital bed with more split ends than I've ever had, almost all my Earthly possessions have turned to ash, and apparently, they don't serve wine to patients in this place. But like I said, it's fine. Until he walks in. The guy who saved my life. My hero. Noah Jacobs. And the universe is amusing itself at my expense: Because the dirty photo I woke up to on Monday? It's his.
©2020 Dreamscape Media, LLC (P)2020 Dreamscape Media, LLC

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain - making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old, but I also know it's never going to happen. He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls raccoon lady who puts peanut-butter sandwiches out for them every night. I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign - no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: kiss me.
©2019 Emma Hart (P)2020 Dreamscape Media, LLC

Some people are unforgettable. Like the first sheriff that pulled you over for speeding. The first person to kiss you senseless on the hood of a car. And the first guy to make you orgasm. But when all of those things are from the same man, let’s just say unforgettable doesn’t even come close. I wonder if he ever thinks about me and everything we almost had. Oh, he remembers, and he’s prepared to put his money where his mouth is....
©2018 F Squared (P)2017 F Squared

Paris changed me. I wasn’t talking about the city, I was referring to Paris Jean Kelly. From the first time we held hands on the school bus to our first kiss, we’d been moving toward one thing, the day I’d ask her to be mine. How was I to know that she thought friends couldn’t be lovers? Well…I’m going to prove her wrong. When her world turns upside down…I’ll be there. When she’s feeling lost…I’ll be there. After all, it’s not about the spark or the fire… It’s all about the slow burn.
©2018 Danielle Norman (P)2018 Danielle Norman

The only thing fancy about London Kelly was her name. She was a jeans-and-boots kind of girl. Her perfume was the smell of hay. And her days were spent in the saddle. Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life. Until.... Her dad died. Now, she’s left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables. The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand. And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch. Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren’t boys.... They’re women.
©2018 Danielle Norman (P)2018 Danielle Norman

Drunk dialing at its finest.... All it took was a couple bottles of champagne...and a fully charged cellphone, for me to go from widow to call girl. Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed. To feel something again. Something safe. It’s not like I will ever run into him. We don’t even know each other...yet. Aaron Skye returns my call the next day, sending my well-ordered world for a spin. Now I'm sober. After years in the shadows, I'm starting to feel alive. A sense of normalcy. Unfortunately, Aaron is not who I had imagined. And his life is anything but normal. Can I put the phone down and step into his world long enough to realize that what started out as careless whispers has smoldered into something more? A wrong number could be my Mr. Right.
©2020 Danielle Norman (P)2020 Danielle Norman

Holland Kelly wasn’t a people person. Okay, that’s not true, she wasn’t one particular man person. That man? Her next-door neighbor Dick Brooks. Fine, his real name was Reid, but Dick sounded better. Life would have been perfect if she never had to interact with him again. Unfortunately, life wasn't perfect. Now she is stuck spending hours with the neighbor she has always hated while they work to save their homes. Have his eyes always been that shade? Has he always been so good looking? And those lips....
©2019 F Squared, LLP (P)2019 Danielle Norman

Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.... He wore suits, and I wore biker boots. He went to university, and I went to trade school. He lived in a big home, and I lived in a tiny apartment. When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and promised to help me find a new direction. Now I’ve lost my job, I've been separated from my friends, and any day, an eviction notice was bound to show up. Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined. When nothing goes right, look who’s left.
©2018 F Squared, LLP (P)2018 F Squared, LLP

They always say that two wrongs don’t make a right.... Well, she was wrong for breaking into a house that didn’t belong to her, even if she and her daughter had nowhere else to go. And, I was wrong for watching her on the surveillance camera as she moved through the house and climbed into bed. So, I offered her a job and a home. Her smile.... Her curves.... Wrong has never felt so right. Now, I want to make the biggest impact yet...I want to make her mine.
©2018 F Squared, LLP (P)2018 F Squared, LLP