I’ve been a fan of Lee Hayes since he ripped the lid off that dirty little secret known as black gay domestic abuse in his debut page-turner “Passion Marks.” With “The Bad Seed” he has solidified my loyalty.
From the Hitchcockian opening to the surprising and notorious climax, this deliciously nasty piece of work is pure suspense entertainment, written with humorous venom, edge-of-your-seat twists and turns, shocking emotional hubris, and mad sex.
The novel is divided into two parts, each featuring an outrageously nefarious, impossibly gorgeous black gay anti-hero.
Part One, subtitled “I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues,” opens with a bang, as mad high school beauty Blues Carmichael provides non-requested assist off the side of a mountain for his fleeing lover Jabari.
Years later the young adult Blues lures a much older Washington D.C. tycoon into his web, marries him (courtesy of the new D.C. same-sex marriage laws), and plots the old geezer’s death with as much passion as he beds everything with three legs, including a bartender, his own personal Igor-thug, and the old man’s personal lawyer.
A wrench is thrown into the works when sugar daddy hubby’s former crack head daughter shows up, threatening Blues’ spousal inheritance upon the death of his mate. But Blues, not to be taken lightly and certainly not to be fucked with, spends the rest of the story turning others on themselves and bending everything to his better, or evil, good.
In “Crazy in Love” (Part Two) another gorgeous black gay teenage hunk who’s rotten to the chore, Brandon, obsesses over his high school teacher, Mr. Jones, a twenty-something-year-old matinee idol best-selling author who has decided to teach in a noble effort to give back to the community.
But Mr. Jones is unknowingly way over his head when he tries to come to the educational and emotional rescue of Brandon, even when Mr. Jones’ publisher and best friend tries to warn him. When Brandon decides the party is going to be about “me and Mr. Jones” there is no stopping him. Lies are told, kinky sexual fantasies indulged, friends betrayed, and bodies drop as the young sicko’s rampage toward a me-or-nobody love escalates into fierce, revengeful violence.
A cross between “Fatal Attraction” and “Body Heat” coated in SGL chocolate, “The Bad Seed” (audaciously and aptly borrowing the title from the old classic film) is a hard-to-put-down dark and dastardly read with enough back-stabbings, infidelities, murder plots, and bloodletting to render Lade Macbeth saintly by comparison. At times I had to stand up, put my hands on my hips, and shake my oh-no-he-didn’t head. At other times I just fell out in hysterical laughter. The Bad Seed is quite simply a wonderful guilty pleasure, and with it Lee Hayes secures his place as the master of the black gay suspense genre.