Tuesday Sampler: The Perfect Woman by Jesse Abundis


In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Tuesday’s Sampler features an excerpt from The Perfect Woman, a frightening tale of a serial killer on the loose by Jesse Abundis.

As one reviewer said: Dark, compelling, Well-written. Abundis weaves a superb tale of mystery and intrigue.

The Story

A serial killer plagued with an idea to find his ideal woman, has taken to the streets of New York to harvest the body parts of the women he has romanced and fallen in love with, to paste together his perfect woman, all to end the demon inside him.

This killer is unlike others, he’s avoided the attention of the NYPD by making his victims look like love struck girls, running to disappear from their lonely broken lives.

Unaware to the killer, two unlikely souls, Karen & Peewee, have taken the cause to investigate and put an end to the string of disappearances. Their search will lead them down a dark path, one that will bring Karen’s own demons into the light.

But they are not the only ones that have crossed paths with the killer, Lieutenant Detective Brian Klecko was the first one to investigate the first missing victim, a case that crippled his soul and put his sanity into question as he falls deeper into a black abyss that temps him to become a monster this world has ever seen.

In the end, nothing will ever be the same again…

The Sampler


Jesse Abundis
Jesse Abundis

“Mom, you would love him,” Lisa Donner spoke into her cell phone, as she pushed through the morning herd of angry and disgruntle New Yorkers, as she conversed with her mother Maggie. A morning routine they both had establish ever since Lisa had moved to New York. “He’s funny, intelligent…” This was the only quality time they got to spend together. Lisa always made the trip home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but seeing how the economy was nowadays, money was tight for her to take more frequent trips to the West Coast. Her mother understood this, and she was willing to do whatever it took to be apart of her daughter’s life, even if it meant waking up at five in the morning. “and he loves me for who I am.”

“Where did you guys meet?” Her mother fought off the yawns that crept up.

Lisa could hear her walking around the kitchen, preparing to make herself a pot of coffee over the phone. “At the Metropolitan Museum of Art, we just met a few weeks back,” Lisa giggled. “I was just standing there admiring The Head of the Virgin, and he stands beside me, not looking at me or trying to hit on me, his thoughts, his focus are lost with the painting. So I join him, and in the moment we’re praising DaVinci’s work, I can feel us connect, it’s like we’re talking to each other but not a single word is said. It’s the painting, it’s us, it’s all connected.” She was running breathless as she relived each second. “The moment we have enough, he turns and looks at me, Mom, those eyes, oh my God, Just breath taking.”

Maggie smiled on the other end as her daughter swooned. It was so good to hear some joy in her daughter’s voice, It was even a godsend just to picture her happy with another person. Lisa always settle for those hotheaded boyfriends, the ones that could never understand, never treat her as she deserved. The last boyfriend, Craig, especially did a number on Lisa. He not only ripped out her poor daughter’s fragile heart he took her for granted, made her pay all of his expenses, and all the while he was fucking her best friend behind her back. Of course, when things finally did end between the two of them, he came out of it playing the perfect victim. It had been nearly two years since Lisa had dated anyone, let alone someone who seemed to make her so happy. “What’s his name?” Maggie asked.

“Gerard,” Lisa swooned as his name came out of her mouth.

“Well, I’m excited for you, You deserve to be happy. Just remember to take things slow this time, honey.” Maggie cringed as the words escaped her mouth. Love should never feel like walking on thin ice, waiting for something to go wrong. But she couldn’t bare her daughter be hurt once more.

“Mom,” Lisa sighed. “I just…I really think he could be….” It scared Lisa to even say it out loud. The moment they laid eyes on each other at the museum, she felt her life become whole, she knew there and then, she had found her missing part to the puzzle. “The one.”

Maggie prayed with all her might that was true. “Just give it time.” She said to her.

“You could get to see him this Thanksgiving, I told him about you, and he’s dying to meet you, and Dad of course. F.Y.I he‘s drop dead gorgeous, tall and slick black hair.”

Maggie could almost see her daughter smile from across the phone. It made her heart flutter
“Wow, what a hottie.” She teased her daughter. “Well, you tell that handsome young fellow,that we can’t wait to see him either.”

“Will do. I‘m almost at my stop, I have to go. I love you, talk to you tomorrow?”

Her mother always hated this part, the goodbyes; it almost seemed that this would be the last time she got to hear her daughter’s voice. Her husband always said that she was too attached to Lisa, she was the youngest, it was in her instinct to protect her baby, who at twenty-four left to take a job as a secretary at a law firm in New York. Exploring the world for the very first time on her own, something Maggie could never see herself do, deep inside she was proud of her daughter of being so brave, venturing the world on her own two feet. She knew one day Lisa would come back, Thanksgiving was only six months away after all, but the wait was what killed her. “Of course, sweetie. I love you.”

“Love you , Bye.” Lisa had to be the one to hang up, her mother would always stay on the line, never wanting to let go. She could still remember the time they spent crying over the fact that she was moving to N.Y. it was as if there was a death in the family. Some parents would jump for joy at the thought of sending their kids out to the world and out from under their roofs. But It just wasn’t like that with her family, you were always welcomed to stay. Her older brother Jeffery was a perfect example, thirty-four, unemployed, whose weekly regimen was internet porn and cam chats with Asian girls from overseas. A pot head who could never keep his perspective of reality, always being booked on something, only to be bailed by their father. But not once did the thought of tossing him out to the streets ever crossed their mind, he was their son, he was welcome to live with them from here to the end of time.

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