I read it (what parts I did read) sitting up holding Limelet through the night so he could sleep (ear infection). It sounded like it would be an interesting, albeit superfluffy and escapist--kind of thing to read. International travel! Ghosts! Swords! Semi-ruined castles! Sex! Jewelry making! But the "plot" reminded me of the time I was sick at home for a week and watched some daytime TV. There was so little going on, and what was going on was so predictable, that I had to skip large sections just to get to the end of it. The parts that weren't predictable were pretty much silly.
And the very ending was really conservative (as I'm guessing most romance novels are) in that what started with ghosts and enchantments ended in plain ol' marriage and pregnancy. Wonder how that sexy ghost will be doing with that kid a year later, when they have to change diapers, be barfed on, get vaccinations and lose sleep. He'll probably want to return to his 700-year ghostly roaming.
*If you must know, it was this book.