Evelyn Whitcomb’s one disastrous marriage convinced her that the kind of man she wanted did not exist. He was a figment of her imagination and her fantasies, and she was certain she’d been born too late to ever find such a man. Trevor Mitchell had Evie in his peripheral vision for two years. He considered her 'quirky' with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen, to her garter belt and stockings, she was a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. That was when he decided she wasn't quirky, she was perfect! “As you suggested, roles were clearly defined in those days. Yes, I would have been justified in taking your hand, guiding you over my knees and lifting your skirts. If you were very naughty, I would have pulled down your panties and painted your bottom a charming shade of red. What have you to say about that, Miss Whitcomb? Still have an affinity for the fifties?" he asked, leaning back in his chair." Authors Note: This romance contains scenes of domestic discipline, spanking, sexy medical kink, and a touch of the Daddy Dom genre. If any of these things offend you, please do not buy this book. This novel was previously published under the A Timeless Woman. As the original author, the rights have reverted to me and the novel has been reedited and recovered. It is never my intention to entice a reader to purchase a novel they have already read, and if that applies to you, skip this one. Stevie MacFarlane