Scott Bell writes because that way he can daydream and claim it on his taxes. A Certified Fraud Examiner and professional Suburban Man, Scott has a wife, two grown kids, and at least one cat sleeping on his keyboard. (The cat, not the wife and kids. They have their own keyboards to sleep on.) When he's not writing, Scott fights a relentless battle against weeds, slow drivers, and ever-shrinking pants.

JAY S. BELL wears the secret identity of a Typical Boring Suburban Man by day, then transforms to a keyboard punching wordsmith by night. Born and raised in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas against a Forrest Gump backdrop of the Vietnam War, the moon landings, Watergate, hippies, and the JFK assassination. Bell describes himself as an abysmal student who abhorred reading until his father, in desperation, turned to the classics—Conan the Barbarian. “I tore through pulp fiction with an addiction bordering on insanity. Mickey Spillane, Louis L’Amour, Robert E. Howard, Edgar Rice Burroughs…the list is exhaustive,” says Bell. “I would walk a mile, uphill through the Texas heat, to the library and bookstore in downtown Garland, and carry back, uphill through the Texas heat, a stack of books from my armpit to my fingertips.” To say that fiction became a central focus in Bell’s life would be an understatement, though his taste ran hard toward creators like John D. MacDonald, Robert Heinlein, and Donald Hamilton, opting for Have Spacesuit, Will Travel over “The Classics” which left him bored to tears during his formative years. Fast forward to an early career in retail loss prevention, marriage, and firstborn son, Bell wrote his first, as he describes “horrible, no good, very bad” novel with his infant son sitting on his lap. He bravely showed it to a few folks, which encouraged him to stick to his day job. Which was fine by him because kid #2 came along and food needed to be put on the table. Twenty years passed. The kids grew up. Career changes happened. Bell moved from crime fighting to sales. Somewhere in there, his urge to write returned. In 2011, he got serious about it, joining writer groups and receiving feedback via online forums. “I wrote and wrote and wrote. And I loved it.” WELCOME TO COTTONMOUTH was born out of Bell’s search for an ensemble of flawed and quirky characters who could team up, Mission Impossible-style, to defeat enemies, foreign and domestic and anywhere in between. He definitely did not want another James Bond, Jack Reacher, the Gray Man, or the archetype of the action hero as a leading man. Further, he wanted a strong female lead who comes with baggage and needs a redemption arc of her own. COTTONMOUTH gives him a great way to tell many stories, breathe life into a variety of characters, and explore many different plotlines. Bell currently resides less than thirty miles from where he was born. He is a cancer survivor who worked his way up through two long and fulfilling careers, raised two kids to adulthood, has owned and been owned by many cats, and has been married to his lovely wife for over thirty years. “I’ll keep writing until saner people take my keyboard away and wheel me out to sit on the porch…where I will have a book cracked open on my lap.”