All praises to the Almighty, who continues to forgive me and love me in spite of all of my shortcomings. It is through HIS grace and mercy that I am still evolving, still growing and still learning how to be better than the day before, one step at a time.

I’d like to thank the following special people who helped make The Kat Trap a reality:

My agent, Sara Camilli; my publisher, Zane; Charmaine Parker, Navorn—editor extraordinaire, and a very special thanks to my publicist, Yona Deshommes. I appreciate all of you for being a part of this literary adventure.

My literary friends, who shared their thoughts during the early stages of this writing project and listened to me whine about Nakea daring me to leave my comfort zone: Anna J and Tu-Shonda L. Whitaker. Thanks a million, for the laughs and the support!

And lastly to the readers, I thank you in advance for your support. Without you, this journey would be senseless. I truly appreciate you, and hope you enjoy reading The Kat Trap just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Cairo

They say the closest ones to ya are the same ones who’ll sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya. Sleepin’ on me is your biggest mistake. Close ya eyes, and ya’ll find ya’self in a river of blood. One for the money, one for the nut, one bullet to the skull…nigga, what?!

My name is Katrina, Kat for short. Voluptuous, vivacious, and vicious—at five-feet-eight, a buck-twenty-five, I’m that bitch. Be clear. Fine, fly, and fabulous with a wicked brain game and a fat, wet, deep pussy so good it makes a nigga shake the minute I wrap my walls around his dick. I’m that chick with the small waist and the Hottentot Venus ass: big, round, and juicy.