So I'm sure you're all sick of me talking about the site already, but we managed over 2000 hits yesterday! That's amazing! So thank you for all the support it means a lot. I'm going to continue posting to both sites, and I've already put two exclusives up on the page, so keep an eye open for them! That's TG-Caps.com.

I'm also considering adding other writers to the site, if anyone's interested send me a note, I feel like it'll be good exposure for other artists, so let me know what you're thinking and let's see if we can work something out. I'm trying to get to come aboard, so if you could all go poke her and get her interested that would be fun. There's a few slots open right now, so do let me know if you're interested it would be fun to work together.

Comics of course:

Mature Content

Two houses both alike in dignity,

In fair Miami where we lay our scene.

Where family trumps duty, decency,

The story doesn’t end the way we’ve seen.

Albert Gambrelli was one of the most powerful people in town, and not without good reason. His father was the head of the Gambrelli crime family, and he’d just been raised to lieutenant. That meant more responsibility, more consequences, more risk; but also a lot of money, a lot of girls, and someone to share his bed with every single night. He’d been promised this, though not in the way he’d intended.

The Gambrellis had been warring with the Sokova family for as long as anyone could remember. Both were forever intertwined in the history of the city, and neither had ever been able to successfully one up the other for long. Things seemed to be heating up too, his cousin and a few of his father’s staff had been cornered by some Sokovan men, and the shootout had turned bloody. No one on each side had been killed, but someone had winged a bystander. It was all well and good for the mafia to be at war, but not when ordinary citizens were caught in the fray. This brought the chief of police down on both dons like a sack of bricks.

Worse for Albert was that he’d ordered the men to be in that place and at that time, and had ignored any calls for backup, even encouraging the men to continue the fight. This put his father in a rather actionable position.

A Cadillac pulled up outside his beachfront property just after midnight, and one of his closest associates knocked on his door. Albert went along willingly, completely oblivious to what was coming next. His martini had tasted funny in the car, and by the time they arrived at the docks he was unable to stand under his own power. The chemical had made him quiet and pliant, meaning they could get him on the boat without much issue.

A hundred miles offshore, somewhere on the still Atlantic Ocean, the doctor decided it was time. He had the tools, the equipment and now the subject. He would exceed Mr. Gambrelli’s orders or he’d be the one not coming home after. Within a few hours the genetic and chemical treatments had completed, turning Albert into a Betty. The young woman slept soundly, and would for another day before the final leg of the plan could begin.

It was a grand function that night, to celebrate the joining of the Gambrelli and the Sokova family in a partnership for the ages. The eldest son of Sokova was in attendance, brash, fiery and arrogant, but handsome as hell. There also just happened to be the beautiful daughter of Gambrelli, who had awoken that morning with her memories forgotten, finding the man dancing with her to be utterly delightful. She’d never felt love at first sight, little did she know that this just happened to have come from a bottle.