Nikita often dreamed of purple mountains when she was a little girl. All she knew was that when she grew up, she wanted a purple cape, just like her grandad's. Then she could take a flying leap off the cliffs of her childhood home and soar over cities of her youth, like an eagle with a bird's eye view. 

All her adult life Nikita dreamed of writing mysteries involving cognac, whiskey, burgundy wine, cigar smoke, romance and candles.