All Choked Up

The latest spellbinding tale of love and lust from acclaimed author and master story-teller Barbara Dongswallower.

Synopsis

In the enchanting forest of Mistwood, where magic and desire dance beneath the moonlit sky, a whimsical tale unfolds between an unlikely pair: a well-endowed gnome named Thistlewick and Eliza, a half-Elven wizard’s assistant.

When Eliza stumbles upon the gnome Thistlewick bathing beside a pond in the forest, she is captivated by his otherworldly charm, and his impressive stature. Despite their differences in size and background, a powerful attraction ignites between them, setting off a series of steamy encounters that leave them both breathless and yearning for more.

As their forbidden romance blossoms amidst the whispering trees and shimmering moonlight, Thistlewick and Eliza must navigate the complexities of their burgeoning relationship, facing societal taboos and obstacles, both physical and magical, along the way. 

Will their love withstand the trials that lie ahead, or will they be left “All Choked Up” in a world that seeks to keep them apart?

Join Thistlewick and Eliza on a provocative journey of passion, discovery, and self-acceptance, as they explore the depths of desire and attempt to find solace in each other’s arms. 

An Excerpt

The campfire crackled, sending sparks spiraling upward into the darkened forest. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a thunderstorm, and Eliza struggled to maintain her composure. Thistlewick stood beside her, his eyes full of warmth and a simmering curiosity. His hand rested on his belt, which he adjusted with an exaggerated huff.

“Do you always carry that many potions with you?” he asked, gesturing to the leather satchel at Eliza’s side. “You must have enough magic in there to charm the stars out of the sky.”

She laughed, her voice breaking the tension like glass shattering on stone. “Only enough to charm a gnome or two,” she replied, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. Her fingers itched to reach for him, to tangle in the curls of his hair or trace the contours of his smile. But she held herself back, if only for a moment longer.

Thistlewick tilted his head, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Lucky for me, I’m a gnome of discerning taste.” He stepped closer, and the height difference between them felt more like a tantalizing barrier than a challenge. “And tonight, it seems, I have a weakness for half-Elves with mysterious satchels and an even more mysterious heart.”

Eliza’s breath caught. “You’re bold for someone who’s barely four feet tall,” she teased, though her voice betrayed the yearning she tried so hard to suppress. She knelt down, bringing her face level with his, and his expression softened.

“Boldness is a necessity,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a gentle rasp, “when the heart is braver than the body.”

With that, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers with a passion that belied his small frame. The world around them seemed to disappear, swallowed by the crackling firelight and the overwhelming magic that coursed through their touch. The forest of Mistwood held its secrets close, but for this stolen moment, it bore witness to a love that defied expectation, taboo, and even the rules of nature itself.