[Taken from FictionDB:]

Courtship of convenience.

They were neighbors. Friends. Acquaintances, actually. And about all shy, intense Lydia McKinley and smooth, ambitious Scott Pearson had in common was zero tolerance for romance -- and two matchmaking sisters bombarding them with blind dates. Still, why not join forces to outmaneuver their siblings?

The strategy? Don protective camouflage. Pose as sweethearts at social occasions. A hug here, a kiss there, and they'd barricade themselves against a barrage of misguided matchmaking. But who knew their casual contact would trigger such explosive embraces? That their convenient courtship would plunge them headlong into a minefield of most inconvenient desire?