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Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Eight Seconds to Glory by Tessa Berkley Movie times + Tickets near. Reserve your tickets now! If your plans change, it’s easy to refund or exchange your tickets! All Refunds/Exchanges must be completed before posted showtimes. REFUND – Receive your entire order amount minus non-refundable convenience fees refunded back to your original method (exclusions apply, click here for details). EXCHANGE – Receive your entire order amount as Fandango Credits that never expires saved to your active Fandango VIP account. Log in to your account to automatically apply your Fandango Credit to your next purchase. Eight Seconds to Glory by Tessa Berkley. We're the Birmingham (Alabama) chapter of the Romance Writers of America®. Southern Magic promotes excellence in romantic fiction, helps writers become published and establish careers in their writing field, and provides continuing support for writers within the romance publishing industry. 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The latest trailer for the Saved by the Bell revival sees Jessie starts her off asking AC Slater ( Mario Lopez ) "if he wishes he can go back and relive high school again" at a dance setting. He responds in kind acknowledging how much it sucks adulting. The trailer follows up to Lexi ( Josie Totah ) who talks to Aisha ( Alycia Pascual-Pena ) about how high school will change their lives. The shot quickly shifts to Mac Morris ( Mitchell Hoog ), who greets a shocked Lexi, who didn't think a Morris can be in honors English before he pours on the charm. The next shot sees Slater acknowledging how the Bayside he grew up with is far removed from the Bayside he teaches at now as a bunch of underachievers. We are then introduced to Daisy ( Haskiri Velazquez ) who knows a Kardashian for some reason. Near mid-way through the trailer we're treated to another familiar sight, the Maxx with Ed Alonzo reprising his role as Max serving up food to the students from an angle never seen during the original series' run. We finally get a glimpse of the front counter and kitchen while retaining its colorful glory. It's not like an unveiling of an iPhone, it's just burgers, but hey, it's a friendly face, and Alonzo's aged really well. Aisha then makes an observation of how Bayside's current senior class looks like they've been around far longer than they have alluded to the familiar fantasy sequences where things are taken literally. Ed Alonzo as Max in Peacock's Saved by the Bell. Image courtesy of NBC Universal. Then we're treated to a quick montage of sequences to the tune of The Pointer Sisters' "I'm So Excited." Age differences aside, it's too disturbing how well the 46-YEAR OLD Lopez fits in with the younger cast. When Lexi reveals to Mack how she's stressed, his solution comes in a magical bottle. Out of nowhere, Jessie slaps the bottle out of Mack revealing her own "episode" with caffeine pills. "At first, they're so exciting, and then it gets even more exciting," she continues. "But after that, it gets so scary and in the end, you ruin your girl group shot at a recording contract." Hey from the sound of things, at least she got Stanford? Saved by the Bell also stars Belmont Cameli , Dexter Darden , John Michael Higgins , and Mark-Paul Gosselaar . The series premieres fall 2020 on the NBC Universal streamer Peacock. ISBN 13: 9780425150986. #1 New York Times bestselling author J. D. Robb presents the thrilling second novel in her In Death series. When technology can reveal the darkest of secrets, there’s only one place to hide a crime of passion—in the heart. The first victim was found lying on a sidewalk in the rain. The second was murdered in her own apartment building. Police Lieutenant Eve Dallas had no problem finding connections between the two crimes. Both victims were beautiful and highly successful women. Their glamorous lives and loves were the talk of the city. And their intimate relations with men of great power and wealth provided Eve with a long list of suspects—including her own lover, Roarke. As a woman, Eve was compelled to trust the man who shared her bed. But as a cop, it was her job to follow every lead. to investigate every scandalous rumor. to explore every secret passion, no matter how dark. Or how dangerous. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. J. D. Robb is the pseudonym for a #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels, including the bestselling In Death series. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print. Excerpt. � Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. : Fame then was cheap . And they have kept it since, by being dead. Chok’d with ambition of the meaner sort. The dead were her business. She lived with them, worked with them, studied them. She dreamed of them. And because that didn’t seem to be enough, in some deep, secret chamber of her heart, she mourned for them. A decade as a cop had toughened her, given her a cold, clinical, and often cynical eye toward death and its many causes. It made scenes such as the one she viewed now, on a rainy night on a dark street nasty with litter, almost too usual. But still, she felt. Murder no longer shocked, but it continued to repel. The woman had been lovely once. Long trails of her golden hair spread out like rays on the dirty sidewalk. Her eyes, wide and still with that distressed expression death often left in them, were a deep purple against cheeks bloodlessly white and wet with rain. She’d worn an expensive suit, the same rich color as her eyes. The jacket was neatly buttoned in contrast to the jerked-up skirt that exposed her trim thighs. Jewels glittered on her fingers, at her ears, against the sleek lapel of the jacket. A leather bag with a gold clasp lay near her outstretched fingers. Her throat had been viciously slashed. Lieutenant Eve Dallas crouched down beside death and studied it carefully. The sights and scents were familiar, but each time, every time, there was something new. Both victim and killer left their own imprint, their own style, and made murder personal. The scene had already been recorded. Police sensors and the more intimate touch of the privacy screen were in place to keep the curious barricaded and to preserve the murder site. Street traffic, such as it was in this area, had been diverted. Air traffic was light at this hour of the night and caused little distraction. The backbeat from the music of the sex club across the street thrummed busily in the air, punctuated by the occasional howl from the celebrants. The colored lights from its revolving sign pulsed against the screen, splashing garish colors over the victim’s body. Eve could have ordered it shut down for the night, but it seemed an unnecessary hassle. Even in 2058 with the gun ban, even though genetic testing often weeded out the more violent hereditary traits before they could bloom, murder happened. And it happened with enough regularity that the fun seekers across the street would be miffed at the idea of being moved along for such a minor inconvenience as death. A uniform stood by continuing video and audio. Beside the screen a couple of forensics sweepers huddled against the driving rain and talked shop and sports. They hadn’t bothered to look at the body yet, hadn’t recognized her. Was it worse, Eve wondered, and her eyes hardened as she watched the rain wash through blood, when you knew the victim? She’d had only a professional relationship with Prosecuting Attorney Cicely Towers, but enough of one to have formed a strong opinion of a strong woman. A successful woman, Eve thought, a fighter, one who had pursued justice doggedly. Had she been pursuing it here, in this miserable neighborhood? With a sigh, Eve reached over and opened the elegant and expensive bag to corroborate her visual ID. “Cicely Towers,” she said for the recorder.