Love in the Margins

Love in the Margins is a group romance blog trying to hit on the love stories that represent us all. We welcome discussion and criticism as we read through the stories of those whose lives don’t fit into the neat and tidy box labeled “default.”

A Dream Defiant by Susanna Fraser

A Dream Defiant - Susanna Fraser

I picked this one up a while ago based on the unusual pairing for a regency, and then promptly forgot about it since my TBR is out of control. When I was ranting again on Twitter about how hard it is to find romance with POC characters, someone brought it up as a suggestion. I’ve been starting and discarding books for days, and this was only a novella, so I figured I’d give it a shot. It was a quick read but, unfortunately, not a very good one.


Like Fraser’s other books, A Dream Defiant takes place during the Napoleonic Wars. We meet our hero, Corporal Elijah Cameron, as he and his men are looting a French supply train after a victory. When one of his men is mortally wounded by a French straggler in a struggle over a ruby necklace, Elijah promises the dying man that he’ll give the jewelry to the man’s wife, Rose Merrifield, so that she can sell it and “be what she wants”. Of course, giving a now unprotected woman in a military camp a treasure like that makes Rose a target for schemers, so she and Elijah enter into a practical marriage of convenience.


And, that’s it, pretty much. The premise is basically a plot synopsis. Rose keeps saying she loved her husband, but three days after he dies she marries Elijah, and a week after that they’re knocking boots and exchanging I-love-yous. After that, the book jumps two years into the future, where Elijah solves racism with a clever pep talk. There’s an almost complete lack of internal conflict and very little went into developing the romance.


Because they were already friends and secretly fancied each other, pretty much the only thing delaying their HEA is the fact that Elijah is black and the son of runaway slaves and reluctant to take Rose down with him, so to speak.


“I know. But, before we make this real, I need you to think. I need you to be sure you want me.”

She let out a gasping laugh of sheer exasperation. “I am sure. Can’t you tell?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Already his voice was calm and steady again. Rose at once admired his control and vowed to break it as soon as she could. “I— I wouldn’t think much of myself, if I took advantage of you wanting to lie with me, just at this moment, without you thinking of what it would mean to have me, for the rest of your life.”


I see this sentiment often in romances with disabled characters, and I don’t like it any more in this context. This is all about making the heroine look good by emphasizing what she stands to lose by staying with the hero and how noble she is to not care about it. It does the hero an injustice to treat him like a charity case. He assumes risk as well by marrying a white woman.


My other two criticisms are pretty neatly exemplified in this excerpt:


“Well, yes. My father has lighter skin than I do, because his father was a white man, but my mother is darker. Her skin is almost black, truly black, and not a medium brown color everyone calls black, like mine.”

“Why do people say it’s black, then?” Elijah kept his mouth serious, though his eyes danced as he looked over Jake’s head at Rose . “A very good question. But, if you think about it, it isn’t like white people are the color of snow or— or clean linen.”

Jake studied his own grubby hands and giggled.

“I suppose people say black and white because it’s simpler,” Rose put in. “Otherwise you’d have to go around saying that Elijah is medium brown, and Fernando is light tan, and Jemmy Whelan almost is as white as snow in winter, other than his freckles , but then he turns red in the summer sun.”

Jake gave her a superior look. “It’s all very silly. People are people.”

Elijah ruffled his hair. “You’re a very wise lad, and I wish more grown men and women thought the same.”


Two things happen here that I dislike. First you have the innocent child dropping pearls of wisdom Emperor’s New Clothes-style. Jake is three years old at this point. Three year olds do not sound like this. Convenient plot moppet is convenient.


Secondly, this seems to be that frustrating thing called “colorblindness,” where it’s held up as some sort of virtue to not see race. For all skin color is a superficial thing, it signifies meaningful differences in culture and experiences. Acknowledging differences is only “silly” if your background matches the dominant culture and you don’t notice how that gives you privilege. I’m doing a bad job explaining this, but tl;dr, I don’t think highly of pretending race doesn’t matter and that we’re all the same.


Final Assessment: It’s an “issue” novella. It tries to tackle a Big Idea then doesn’t take enough time to do it justice. I know I was all complaints, but it was competently written and enjoyable enough, it just lacked substance. C-/D+