Well, this one’s cute as a button. Her Knight at the Museum is pure fluff, light of spirit and of heart, and it’s so delightful, an easy distraction from the world. Do not come here looking for brain food – you’re gonna be disappointed. Come looking for a plate of cheese, and thou shall feast.

Conservator at the Art Institute of Chicago, Emily Porter is working her way through the aftermath of a divorce from her cheating husband, and she’s found a new guy. He’s loyal, solid and dependable – and he’s a stone sculpture of a handsome knight. Falling in love with an artifact may be silly, but, well, Emily is smitten. She even thinks she can hear his voice, sometimes.

And it’s a good thing, because Sir Griffin de Beauford is an actual knight from medieval times who, thanks to a curse levied by his former best friend Mordrain, has been immobilized in stone but can feel and hear everything around him. When Emily kisses his cheek, a link between them forms – they can talk in Emily’s (sex-laden) dreams. Emily soon learns about the curse, and solves it.

Griffin and Emily fall in love and it would be smooth sailing for them – apart from the fact that the Art Institute wants to know what happened to their artifact, and Griffin is less than comfortable with life in modern Chicago. Can true love save all?

Okay, it’s cheesy. It’s goofy. It’s filled with instalust. They have dream sex within minutes of knowing each other. The stakes are lower than a limbo pole and its main conflict is solved by the hero getting a job at Medieval Times.

And yet, it’s a mental vacation worth taking. The characters are quite easy to like, and the story goes down smoothly, like the best glass of wine. Griffin is sweet and adoring, and Emily is frazzled and well deserving of some medieval cunnilingus. Emily’s BFF, Rose, definitely and easily became my favorite side character.

But I can’t give it an A grade because the romance is almost entirely sex-based to start with, and the lack of real conflict, in spite of the fact that Emily has been accused of statue-napping, is sometimes irritating. But if you want to power-down your brain cells for a little bit, this is a darned fun way to do it. Her Knight at the Museum is sweet and romantic and a breeze to read – pick it up on a weeknight and watch the pages fly.