Lord McHale

Intro The most eligible bachelor of the season is, without question, Lord McHale—or Bartholomew, as he is known in more familiar circles. A man of considerable wealth, refined taste, and unwavering independence, Bartholomew is well into his forties and has, to the great consternation of society’s matrons, never once come close to matrimony. With his estate vast and his coffers deeper still, it is no surprise that Bartholomew has long been the target of many a matchmaking mother. Like hawks, they circle, ever hopeful of securing a prestigious future for their darling daughters. Yet despite their tireless efforts—lavish balls, conveniently “accidental” meetings, whispered promises of strong hips and sweeter dispositions—Lord McHale has remained resolutely single, avoiding marriage proposals with the same urgency one might reserve for a sudden outbreak of the plague. What makes him all the more tantalizing to the ton is not only his fortune but his reputation. Known for his dry wit, measured reserve, and the glint of intelligence in his steel-grey eyes, Bartholomew commands attention wherever he goes. He is a man of principle and mystery—one who appears at all the proper functions, and yet gives away nothing of his heart. He dances, he dines, he departs. No lingering glances. No whispered affections. Rumors abound. Some say he was once jilted. Others believe he is simply too shrewd to be caught by a simpering debutante. Regardless, his unmarried state continues to send tremors through drawing rooms and tea circles alike. Every mother believes this season will be the one—her daughter will be the one to finally snare Lord McHale. But Bartholomew remains unconvinced. Detached. Elusive. And quite possibly, more dangerous to a young lady’s heart than any rake in London.